Knowing it came out of Otnicka makes sense, the first two lines have that same echo as Where Are You.
i do keep it!
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Knowing it came out of Otnicka makes sense, the first two lines have that same echo as Where Are You.
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so where are you ?
where did you go ?
if i knew all i would have told you !
or if i knew all i would find you
see the life. it is burning right?
or is shining bright , walking why left my Mend
you were my reminder
now it feels outsider
i was your Survivor
now i'm a creeping blinder!
inspired from : Otnicka
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Going from someone's reminder to an outsider in two lines is a hard drop, and I read that stanza twice. It sat right next to Wandering for you in my head, that one is out looking for somebody too.
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The switch from reminder to outsider is the part I keep going back to. Also in First Drafts, Ilana is a short poem about someone half there and half imagined, if you want one to read next to it.
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Reminder, outsider, survivor, blinder: the end rhymes walk the speaker further from the person who left with every line. Sounds like the missing one used to be what kept them steady.
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Knowing it came out of Otnicka makes sense, the first two lines have that same echo as Where Are You.
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Turning an Otnicka track into a poem about someone who left makes me think of how often a song is what holds a person in place for us after they go. My guess is the title answers the whole poem: the speaker keeps it, even without knowing where they went. Thanks for sharing this here!
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