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TessellateAnd now I breathe
And now I wait
And now I hope
Suspended in dreams
Unsure of things
Wondering what lies on the other side
Of the waiting...
While my stomach churns
While my heart yearns
While my hands I beg
To keep steady
And my brain fumbles
And my words tumble
And my fingers remain
At the ready
I must stand back
I must close my eyes
I must sit through
I must not feel
I must not want
I must endure
Summer, always.Well you're just in time to sit a while
The bench is little more than a pile
Of planks and paint and metal screws
But it's just enough for me.
It's one of those days where the sun's bright rays
Tend to blind, tend to melt, tend to hum
It's just too damn hot for the same routine,
And so you venture out.
Sweat pours into your eyes,
Bugs buzz through the air
You grab your bike and your music and your keys
And you brush your fingers quickly through your hair.
On the hunt, you are, for something new, something you haven't known
On the search for something exotic that makes you feel like you've found home
A slurpee, first, of course, before you turn to mush
Striped green and blue and red; that sugary, glorious slush.
Balanced on the handlebars, now, a sip here, a sip there
You ride your bike past the walk your bike signs, pretending you don't care.
Drip, drip, drip. The sweat and the ice cold condensation
Meld to form that feeling from your childhood
You gain confidence,
Where is my mindThoughts of dragons slain and mountains climbed
Just one year at a time
I stand tall with sweat on my brow and things on my mind
I thought I had arrived
But the final destination is fluid, unattainable, unknowable.
Well! This one is reached, at least. I made it this far, didn't I?
I want to cheer and shout
Instead, there is a sharp pain in my chest.
I wish I had time to close my eyes and rest, but no...
There is always, always another test.
Aren't you proud, though? Aren't you proud of me?
I am stong and independant and brave
I fight my battles with a smile and a wave
I do what is asked and I help those along the way
Am I good enough yet?
This same tired battle
Am I good enough good enough good enough yet...
I seek attention, approval and praise
Tell me I'm better than I used to be, tell me I made it
Tell me I'm not the broken child that I fear
Tell me that I'm okay.
Tell me that I'm...okay.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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