Tuesday, November 8, 2011

my showdown

            and I feel you then
            and the seams burst forth all around me
            like they don’t know what it means            
            to be held
            to be taken into arms and comforted reassured
            I waltz beside you in the garden
            and I’ve never danced before
we rejoice together in that lovely area
where I can fall but not too deeply
and I can sing but not too loud
and I can charge but without deadened eyes
and I can feel out in front of me with fingers warm and grasping
and I can connect without it ever feeling like a dream oh this fever
and I can hold on to you while aware that inside my heart hammers madly
and I get drunk crying to look at a song painting movement I otherwise can't see
and from within that drunken stupor I find clarity and foresight
and I can see through all of the decaying tree limbs
the sweatshops laboring to produce this past summer
to the thrush of the present
chirping away
I find it all when I reach out like that when I reach in

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