Often, a man will laugh, unbeknownst to
himself, we must capture our moods. Often, she will smile, unbeknownst to us,
we must capture that second—to dine on truths, to ask for clarity, so much to
die in a coffin.
Often, she will wail, eyes filled with
terror, filled with volcanic seas.
Often, a soul’s memories will deceive him,
he will need decency, where he will plead his apologies.
Often, she will perform, she will hate the
one she loves, she will need clemency, pardon, in depth the kiss filled with
anger.
Often, a man is smitten, infatuated,
drinking, and he says something insensitive—please pardon us too.
Often, a seed sees things a certain way, she
isn’t wrong, she just forgets herself, her behavior, her indifference.
Often, a man loves without reason, he is a
lone star, he sees something unknown to the audience.
Often, we seize art, tear heart, and try to
fix our songs.
