Monday, September 23, 2013

Listen

To do: be happy 
To be: (in)action

Penned up inside these little lines 
I want to be swirled milk in your coffee 
Separate but encapsulated, oozing and embraced 

I know what it is to fall, but I can hardly believe the distance
If I could 
list 
it
all 
down 

Scratched, checked off, 
isn't that the opposite of complete? 

I heard once that fear and exhilaration were the same emotion 
My trodden heart will rarely accept it 
She won’t complete her sentences, and form the emotion around my mouth 

I pick her up like straw wrappers on the carpet
and tell her it’s not because it wasn’t important 

Unwrapped, chaotic, careless
List yourself, 
List, in to yourself
Listen. 

She beats with a reverberation that echos into space
Small or holy or wholly uninspired 
Good or wrong or grey, diagrammed or misunderstood 

She is. And it is true. And it is all in universe that matters.