I
have to wake up and see myself. so
pleased
to dream, seeping into skies.
sunrise
might explore us, the wingspan,
the
lonely warriors.
much
an attitude to win, many chafe
and
in pain, the dryness of the glee.
a
heart died to scream, to pursue
happiness,
we became believers.
arise,
I have said, soar, I have sworn,
much
has been met with resistance.
I can’t
help but smile, can’t help but
giggle,
with tension intensifying.
into
a vision, a scare, into topaz
dreaminess.
words
as minerals, wordsmiths as
aliens,
the
gift we love has become a
nuisance.
to
reminisce, one heart-ear soaring, a
deck
of phonogram cards.
the true
belief is in a true friend, it’s
hard
to maintain.
winds
are speaking. seagrass is bearing
witness—to
waves, seabirds, and siren
mermaids.
to
swim the seas, to establish sea beliefs,
ships
filled with smokestacks.
I
was wrong, so many times. I would
repent,
where
testimony meant so little.
