There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me
No multitasked error
I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am
No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders
Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk
These ears know perfect pitch
These feet know fertile ground
I want warning
A premonition of apocalyptic heartbreak on the horizon
One single shot over the bow of my frontal lobe that jars me
Some tingling, dear sixth sense, some tingling!
All of which I shall defy for love’s sake
Evidencing hope
There’s no better legacy
What pow’r, your footprint
A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days
Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions
What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more
For some purpose, a scheme most grand
He, needing your needles now, whispers your alias
Loving only his broken-record voice
Revolutions — he cannot keep count anymore
I, with clean heart and tear-stained kitchen floors, no longer live to hear
My blessed middle name upon an Imposter’s lips
You and I, givers
Pawns in a taker’s desperate game
May you win with me
And apologize for what
The blessings unnoticed
The love debt, outstanding
The flesh gift, unopened
The mind’s galaxy, unexamined
And the words must be uttered
I’m sorry
Forgiveness, now granted
The eyes see the fire
The resolve, reignited
Pull us from slumber
From the numb into the now
This present moment
Family left longing
Tables for one
Festing less festive
Appointments to love
You missed
Less of your legacy
So much alone you left
I asked electrons keep me company
Come to my rescue
Subatomic somethings, surround me
In the perfect of now, get in line
Come see my spine
Singing prettily
My strong, fractured song
Standing upright, dancing, sprinkling
Cinnamon-sugar safety
In the spotlight of my doorstep
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