Knights Of Cydonia

by Muse

Avant Guardian

I'm listening to the underground
electronic, hypnotic music.
While listening I'm increasing
the volume level, seeking
to find the perfect balance
of treble and bass, time and place.
I'm walking away from known
space and past-tense flavors
of sunset next to her.
It was fresh sorbet the way she sounded, my eyes
were tied to her, twice wrapped.
I stole across Steele Avenue.
No one noticed so I took two
glances at the past
and watched while she packed
away memories
neatly, precisely
into picture frames and journal entries,
into boxes and bags;
Into smiles and tears.
She's carried those moments for years.
This was my avant guardian.