Fire crack and
split the sky tonight
The tremors of
light ignite the catacombs of old places to hide
The temperature to
shift grapes into decadence souring
If not attended to
with the gift of purpose
That is
consumption, resolution, testaments to balancing acts
Teetering in the
nights every soul screams at God
In the grandest
arrogance
As if autonomy
were possible to foster a platform for pride
The scrapped books
on the carpet, the Blue Dalton China in the cabinet
The rocks sold on
Craig’s list handed over in a parking lot
The vomit in the
others and the unknown way of wanting the contents of dumpsters
The painted hues
of pinks or blues and rainbow stools
To reimagine the
rides and times of saying what was on our minds
To look at Lake
Pontchartrain and speak into the waves
To cross the space
and find a home from out the maze
Swaying in the
casual silence of fireworks glaring above the bridge
All the colors
missed counted what matters in the mist
Fire crack and
split the sky tonight
Bullets falling,
houses burning, children laughing the sparklers swirl
The seconds to a
state away a beach and the sands blowing into the coast
Center in the orb
of soul elevating out the moat in a yoga
Body trembling and
at peace in the pose
Forget the traffic
signals and the chatter of the matters over-pouring the dose
Of what makes a
man complete
The static signals
and the meat
The breaking
bodies bending on penitent knee
Holding breath for
God and finding how in the release
Vault in an
emotion you tell yourself you need to be
The moment changes
in the shadows shift as the cinders streak
In the night’s
hazing lights of men of Earth shooting lighting from the ground
Brother, sister I
see you for who you are
The show, the
costumes, the rounds, nothing but a congress bickering over proper nouns
The base, the
root, the goal, it’s just the name on the road
All the same home
With that light
streaking across the sky breathing out
Like an ocean to
return not concerned with the plan
Only how I respond
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