It’s life watching cinders fall from the third floor of a burning apartment
It’s death at the break of the earth where the waves are steel and gold
It’s loving you with blood on my tongue
It’s watching you cry when dawn enters life a thief
It’s the laughter you hear in the wind after a song ends
It’s a spider’s web that’s breaking under the weight of dew drops
It’s me. The image you have of me.
My hands reaching out to catch a star, or a feather, or a tear
It’s a universe bent on isolation
It’s the suffering of a child in the dark
It’s my right to hold you.
It’s your right to leave me.
It’s music to balance at the edge of a precipice
It’s horror at the sight of an embryo frozen against fate
It’s beauty to catch words you don’t understand
It’s pain to lose your humanity.
This earth, it’s all.
The waste and worth you bear exists
Because we allow it to
Because we destroy it unintentionally
Because when I scream or you scream the sound only
Travels as far as you let it.
It’s perfection, because nothing is perfect
It’s wholeness, because nothing is whole
It’s what we are, what we hate, what we know best
The most valuable things hide in the most obvious and cavernous of
Places