#circling

Salutem in tenebris inveni. Te denuo pariat.

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Chris Cornell's Circling (2015)

Art is how you interpret it

I have listened to this song

about a million and a half times

Today, I interpret it in a new light

As Chris Cornell sings out the notes:

A dying blackbird gives her soul to the wind

on the roof of the house that I can see from my bed.

And come to the realization that I am

deeply affected by the murder of Renee Good

She's all I could think about as those words entered

my ears just as they had many times before

Tears start to well up in my eyes as I sing along

to the next few lines.

My voice quivers and I grip the wheel of my car

before breaking into a shrieking cry

Circling, around the drain

My cries harmonize with his words

Hope that I make it home

I scream in my empty car

The road is long, it never ends

As I mourn the death of a woman I never met

Dark is the heart, that wanders

Knowing so many others mock her

I watched a black bird die

and give her soul to the wind

on the roof of a house

I can see from the comfort of my bed

I picture myself waiting under the porch light

Calling her name and waiting for her

I stand barefoot in the snow

No one comes

I have to do something

Even if all I do is write

It's better than nothing at all

Remember her name:

Rene Nicole Good. Shot by ICE in the comfort of her car, in her own neighborhood. Her dog was in the backseat. Her wife witnessed her murder. Mother of three.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

1/15/2026