Your chill resolves me:
I’ll find bless’ed Northern Lights
In Winter’s sunset
Is my voice ever forever becoming quieter
A year ago, you’d be deeply troubled to hear it by now
Smaller, slighter, and far less full
More less of what you loved
Were I today
Speaking on the news
Inquiring in the produce department
Or campaigning next door
Don’t worry
Your ears would only find faint resemblance to some old someone
You’d not think to ask, “But who?”
We, born strong, a known miracle, believed in our birthright
Demanded what we’d earned
Respect of our hearts
When wolves came around
We’d thought them our friend — having been made from the same dust and all
When their howling happened, tables turned, teeth exposed
We’d respond not in-kind, but with kindness
Hoping hindsight would cause us to laugh
How many more times is unclear
How long before hope would recede, who can know?
And so, we ate the Apple
Believed the serpent, absorbed the poison
Until at some future point, we’d bleed out and walk whole
In the afterlife
We ask, all the more demanding and kind
Please beware our now sharp teeth
If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’
Just as sure as I wrote these words
You are not alone now
If you awoke, however dehydrated and aching
Let these words quench your need
I love you, turn with me, rise with me, thirst and ache no more. I love you
Not a nobody
To be regarded as such
Not then, now, ever
Your heartbeat, heartbeat
The last truth you said to me
My ear to your chest
In orbit, us
Sometimes suspended between worlds seen and unseen
I wonder
Ever did you close your eyes on Earth
Ignore my gravity and pretend
I was your Venus
Let us understand the need
To scrub the endless grieving from one’s soul
Finally putting an end to such plague
To act as one’s own sage, and burn sage
Cleansing away for good any more weeping
Let us find a willingness
To pray for ourselves aloud, on our knees
Knowing we are our own savior sometimes
To be alright with alone
Because we are so tragically, entirely alone
As a child, earnest
As a late-day water lily bloom
As a hopeless romantic
Thrive despite the shallow
Give the coolest shelter
Live to love and fight
To be free from such rules
To grow in the coming dark
To rise from it all each day
Shine spilled everywhere
Once again, I’m left to grow
A beautiful mess
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