The Burst of Brooding

And there it goes,

Unwanted house-guests

are the biggest of 

burdens

And there it is...

like a feather,
it breaks my concentration

Always in the morning,
Always in the morning.
Past the evening time,
Past the evening time.
Before I wash my face up
Before I wash the place up

Back at home now,
Back at home now.
Without a girl now
Without a home now...
With a cat now,
With no know-how

Until morning comes,
sun appears.

Don't you see?

What I once was 

now not Is.

It's all past, and

drunken skin.

I hold the riddle

now, I hold it in.

Don't let go,

don't loose sight.

Only a fool could

play me, for I am

too weak.

Hold me in the

morning now.

Hold me while we

weep.

"The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.  There must be something in family life that generates factual error. Over-closeness, the noise and heat of being. Perhaps something even deeper, like the need to survive. Murray says we are fragile creatures surrounded by a world of hostile facts.  Facts threaten our happiness and security. The deeper we delve into the nature of things, the looser our structure may seem to become. The family process works toward sealing off the world. Small errors grow heads, fictions proliferate. I tell Murray that ignorance and confusion can't possibly be the driving forces behind family solidarity. What an idea, what a subversion. He asks me why the strongest family units exist in the least developed societies. Not to know is a weapon of survival, he says. Magic and superstition become entrenched as the powerful orthodoxy of the clan. The family is strongest where objective reality is most likely to be misinterpreted. What a heartless theory, I say. But Murray insists it's true."
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Delillo, White Noise