A Circle of Fifths Defined
I am lyrics. Composed and
syllabic, metaphors abounding
You are music. Complex and
transient, movement innate
Fluttering on the whim of
every chord
Dipping like a kingfisher
into the waters
Of my words in swoops of seething
energy
Insulated from the grips of
these waters
Blazing for the energy of the
unanswered potential that swirls
Around your body like
breaking liquid slip steams
Like a sea lioness darting
for exploration
Surrounded by sharks and
would be Russian mine fields of pointed resistance
Yet shrouded, unaware, yet
aware discounting the impact
Of considering ramifications
like ankle weights
To the choreography in which
you in motion exist
Flit with disaster and
endless possibilities
Including the ecstasy of
knowing a happiness worth waiting for
And the endurance of
entertaining the pain of the destructive force
Around every corner like an armored
transport with the dexterity of a humming bird
You move and I ponder in awe
given my lack of adroit mechanisms
Capable
of replicating your behavior, these loquacious logistics
Like
parameters of the considerations that legislate how I exist
Constantly
peppering the dotting of the i’s in my memories
Singular
and stationary ashamed and inflamed in the glory of home
In
me, in knowing me and introspective monopoly
I own them all, the doors, the floors the walls
I own them all, the doors, the floors the walls
This
house of cinder block and bolted skeleton key locks
Bones
and shown right out these roles
Fervent
and stoic, rowing and hoed it
You
are flying and I am standing, in these places we turn commanding
Presence
in our understanding of who we are
This
pestilence, this life, the cracks to see the similarities despite
Of
who we could be together, of who we are apart
The
lines of what must with the music played in these hearts
A
spoken word without backing, a beat and a measure without voice
Raise
in the other and find a father and a mother
In
the arms of these sounds, vagabond children come home
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