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The Rope Dancer

The world, a hollow husk on strings,
begs for the vitality it once entrusted.
Countless efforts shine like stars in the night,
while the sun silently hides, claiming to be a star itself.
Be not silent in that darkness, but,
loud enough to fill that space,
to name it – or at least replace it with dreams.

When you wake, wake with open eyes ready.
The end, random probabilities,
radiant whispers in reality
bright enough to see, bright enough to pursue,
labor over and finally celebrate;
having met the source of the echo you once were.

Those sounds we make resonate.
All want a voice that enjoys being heard,
climbing over them in toccata only welcomes discord.
Listen long enough to find the harmony,
make music you can be proud of,
songs that will be heard long after you’ve gone quiet.

The Last Noel

I saw christmas propped on a wall
a furry elbow anchored to faded brick
and an old frayed rope loose around the neck.

His coat opened to expose the belly beneath
a polluted white undershirt
covered in flecktarn flattery of the heat.
The suspenders undone, failed their purpose
but allowed him to
              decorate the building
          with a hot yellow stream
      that smelled uncomfortably sweet,
      the excess pooled on the cement below;
an alabaster sidewalk, darkened
by the corruption.

He didn’t stop when he noticed me
turning midstream
like an eighteen wheeler losing
                                its center
                                        around a corner.

Amidst the wreckage
a sign remains intact
moored to his chest
bobbing up and down with labored breath;
              “The End is Nigh.”

Planning for the Future

If these are to be the last of our days
I will tick through them all in slow seconds
never so bleak as to call out the hour
but aware enough to know the minutes.

Every moment respected and cherished
I will stay with them as long as I can
while able to wake, early and witness
these last few sun’s to rise on human eyes.

In our end the sun will not set upon all things
only on all things that include ourselves,
so as we come now to disinherit the earth
let us make it better for those that remain,

for what concern is time when it is good?