there has always been music
a cento for dave
it will have to be enough.
there is something heroic about the word.
i want to stop my wandering –
you can tell yourself so many truths
and dare yourself to sing.
i cannot explain
how beautiful people are
awaiting resurrection.
on days when it’s hard to know someone
convinced enough to defend truth –
trying to find a way to explain it –
i hold myself up to your light, emptied
until there is a moment small enough to stand on.
make way: let me be a ghost.
i do not know what to do in a moment like that –
all I want for you is to look into the mirror
and not feel shame while walking home.
i cannot feel your breath on my neck and
i cannot hear your foot steps.
it is not every day you can walk
into the mouth of darkness, full of hope again.
home, we move soft and slow
between the words,
where gravity pulls so much that
even light can not get out.
you forget there has always been music,
every time i reach into the dark.
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