Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I am not quite either of those -- I've been trying a new medication, and the jury is still out on whether it will actually help me or not. In the meantime, let's enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week we Babelfish the chorus "The Dream of Flight" from Christopher Tin's 2020 oratorio To Shiver The Sky
(listen to song and click SHOW MORE to read lyrics here). Enjoy.
You'll Hear Me Crying At Home
When you win,
get up when you choose.
I'm sorry to hear from you.
Anataha is alive and well.
Big birds fly towards the sun for the first time.
The main aircraft was the Montserrat.
Fill the earth with respect, horror and respect.
When you go,
then select it.
See where the sky knows:
you'll hear me crying at home.
Making humans for nature,
like a bird in the sky.
Fill the earth with dignity, fear and dignity.