Now the starting over
after the erasing of all finite things
we are reduced to simple and necessary
but surviving and living aren’t the same
I’d leave the dying part to those with more time.
When one foot is in the air,
we’re coming and going at the same time.
Is there a difference anymore?
Might as well find a rhythm and just start moving again
without going through motions.
What lasts will linger
even when lingering has breathed its last.
My wings are taped on backwards
so the only answer was to switch shoes
shift to a higher gear
where F sharp is always F sharp
and E’s and G’s come and go.
Melancholy dissolves like sugar in time,
infinitely like breath and song.
Mostly because dissonance is its own analogy
one better left for the choir to solve.
So let’s dance then!
Laugh our way through love
turn everything on end
so our tiptoes touch the stars
leave the rest for beggars and thieves to call their own.
Shedding skin doesn’t mean losing.
In a sky full of twinkling holes
there’s no way of knowing
what waits on the other side