Thursday, July 25, 2013

Forward is the March

All around us moving parts
Alert me to the feel of crunchy,
Manufactured, newfound ground when we part ways, for now
My guiding heart cannot pump
Fast enough up to brain cells overworked this purest blood
Of joyful push
That keeps the line moving
The sound of drilling,
The wear of cutting corners close in this tiny, little, reworked frame on the fly forming
Conforming only to what is best for all those we care about,
For now it works—
I’ll settle, willingly
Because it is forward on to the march
Of a beat too long subdued,
You renew something true in me,
Scores gone missing
From a higher song that when played was always in key
Return home,
Notes lost in the tossup of experience,
What comes out on the other end can never be predicted,
But I’ll take my chance with you,
Every chance I get, over and over again, every single day, for the rest of my life.

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