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Turn memory off

We plant radishes and love

We burn, more so

 

Slowly sleeping

Revolve around me, your pivot point

Here meaning comes after

 

If we turn meaning on

Green fingers in the earth turn blue

It's what you need, it's you

 

Here is the further

It's you, it's you

Nothing between us but leaves

 

Yes, we make good, we run

I take days to arrive

Only we could leave Saturn behind

 

I replace you with all metal

Emptying on the grass

Explain me once again, it's you

 

Here now comes after

Some caught our sorrow

It's eternal, it's you

 

Empty you keep me

Brought me here after

Here in your furor

 

All life will come after

Ashamed by my own desire

Here it will come to be

 

Now all your guns are taken away

Ah, take them, leave them

Martyr your hate, given anew

 

It's what you need, it's you

I wrote this one night while listening to Sigur Ros. I tried to turn the lyrics (which I couldn't understand) into intelligible lines, not really caring about meaning or coherence. Imagine my surprise when the lines turned out to be, in my opinion, highly cohesive. Anyway, it's hard for me to tell, but I think this poem is about the organic nature of love, how emotions and love can be cultivated like plants, and how you might sacrifice that organic, earthy feeling for the metal and plastic of animosity or nationalism or some such.