What part of it mattered, Sir Universe?
What part of it shifted your dust any closer to mine?
What particles of us loved any more or lied any less when we looked in the mirror each day?
What caused us to trifle with Truth?
Frozen days are coming.
Darkened days, at full throttle, now.
What pieces of our hearts remain to force the thaw?
What sadness, were we to be, or not to be, content with the cold.
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you
Until the day that I die,
I will fight for you￼￼￼.
Ended as it began
These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone
Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause
Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing
Jump through hoops
Come away singed
Like a circus animal
Deserving this fate
But don’t believe
Whitewashing the past
Or some forgiving heart
Will redeem you
Artist Credit: Tiger R., age 11
The moment before
The moment after, and you know
Echoed an undying love
Echo a self-healing love
Love gone awry, again
Love your wronged heart, again
there is no Noah-gene abounding of me
no spin of the wheel offering another lifespan allowance equal to what you’ve long since spent
in silence, find truth
there is no infinite number of star-filled skies
no take-backs or do-overs, despite my shouts of forgiveness and this miracle heart transplant
in truth, find silence
Bid me tell you yes
That for one moment in time
I may forgive me
Who am I
I’m in need
So each day I confess on my knees
As I see
Giv’n to me, I send it back to sea