the skies possess memories.
electricity is witness to barriers.
utterance of the voicebox—strange wallpaper,
echoes of visuals.
the cellar as it whelms;
cultural excellence;
still outdated. by a wound
we bond. by earnest exercise it
becomes an exorcism. some sub-
personality; some lethal business,
trying to keep
faith, and mercy, many prayers in
Spanglish.
wires are about the citadel.
fathers are unsaid, made present,
seeking closure.
it becomes unique …
in a received gift, something is
made reachable:
full converse; removed mounts; a
tear might fall.
at times, nothing makes sense.
why have we been put here?
the greatest answer is—to help
others.
we sense many need assistance, if
granted a gift,
to sound out every clemency—for art
as
soul, for pain as starting point,
for love as miracle.
