When I first heard The National,
I knew nothing like it. To describe
This life through Secret Meetings, Fake Empires, Hollywood Summers,
And a Bloodbuzz which I remembered from childhood.
Now I could think of no other way.
When articulating a world such as this,
Which slips through your fingers and wraps itself
Around you, there is little logic or reason.
Only words spilling forth, describing not
What is known but instead
What it feels like to walk with spiders,
Could begin to fill the sky with constellations,
Bringing light and shape and beauty into the vast darkness
Of a previously untouched night.