Hello, how are you? How was your week? My week has been blessedly free of wildfire smoke, which is a relief. Let's hope our luck holds and the firefighters continue to make good progress on containing and controlling all the fires burning up and down the state. And at the same time let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is Kansas' pensive iconic hit, "Dust In The Wind" (watch video here). Enjoy.
His Eyes Were Stolen
I would like to live.
My heart is giving me salvation.
I have seen my gods, and I will see them.
There was no faith in safety.
We live with the eyes.
With victory, I have faith if it tells me what it means.
Now it's very cold, very cold.
But if we don't have faith, I am not sorry for us.
But now this process is taken care of.
We are thirsty.
Of his eyes, his eyes were stolen.