No one knows aside for those that know.
Not eager for Christmas. Surpassing what was taught.
Thoughts have
legs. Ideals have arms.
Both are needed to swim.
I knew it
was unsteady. It was confused.
It has its rules.
You were in spirit, the energy of souls, distressed, I keep seeing it.
I’ve met you before, not something metaphysical, I’ve
seen your gestures.
You have
music, scars, anxiety, pride & amore.
I longed
for sky-seas, felt a tear upon a petal drop, I used to do it for you.
I would
laugh off of a cloud, cry in a storm, with needs unexplained; souls are dying
unhappy.
Not
eager for blank redemption, I need to understand it.
You went
through gates, saw Jerusalem, walked through Bethlehem.
You never
believed it was possible; they will first deny you.
I would upon
a prayer & unaware of my discussion.
Cultures &
graves; resurrection & genetics.
I desire
one decent revival. A magnet conversation.
To put
actions into words, to remain honest, to piano our mirrors.
A sad soul asks what a person can’t give.
