clouds gather into grey

leafs flying lightning slicing

across wild skies

chest filled with wonder and

a different beat that is

changing the theme of a song

I thought I heard the bitter

in your voice

so I hummed against the melody

and called it harmony


these atoms hold my skin together

tightly woven robe that should not

falter against a pressure and a word in

the world

my heart beats

-it should have only beat for me

driven by that intentional

progression of my own


then it looked downward and inward

it hid with its nose in the sand

counting grains and losing place

losing grace losing pace

it is time to get up now

it is time to lift.





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