Though the cord is indellible
The road to elsewhere
Cannot be walked
I’ve longed
To explain my wishing
I’ve wished
To understand my longing
For a place I don’t know
And remember having been
Only in memories
At once clouded and shockingly bright
Like a clearing in a wood
Now unchartable
If it were
It is no longer
If it weren’t
It is no matter
Homesick for the nebulous
Nostalgic for the never
Yearning for a poetry that was lost
Falling on ears that cannot hear An understanding of the spheres Is null and void "A life mis-steered" The voices of forgotten seers Learned beyond their years Lessons from familiar tears Are cast aside by crowd-sourced fears
I’m told you felt the clothes I wear. I’m not sure you inhabited them differently. Was it without a stain on the collar? Is that the way it had to be? I‘ve read your eyes became a well. Loss grips the strongest of hearts, Changes the heartbeat. Blood and water wrenched apart. I know of your fury towards the takers, The highborn, the one percent, The prophets of profits. A zealot in name and comment. I don’t believe that message is red. Good news is more for living than dead. Points are missed when focused on ends. It’s the moral arc and the way it bends. The here and now, the strings and waves. Eras of mystery buried by days. The hum of reverence, the turning of the dial. Eucharist of body honors the way.
Warmth In more than temperature Yearning For more than safety Minimally viable happiness Leaves half the throat parched We don’t ask for rivers Just a few drops more
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