am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
filled and filled and filled
the horizon with a long shadow of longing
if there were
such a time
as now
and then
from the path
from the pull up down
of a vibrating note
a vibrating string
everything builds into this
evening
maybe i’ll take a break for a while
maybe i won’t
I don’t always have to like these
i don’t know if i like this one
right now
it’s cool that i accidentally did that fancy thing that fancy music majors do when they use weird rhythms
and yes i’m proud that i didn’t do it on purpose
per se
but i don’t know what this feeling is here:
a waiting
an unresolved
an unknown
somewhere always winding
and no resolution
unresolved
unresolved mystery
i don’t have to like these
or even do a good job
or love them
or do them at all
ok?
and yet
it lives here.
maybe i
should not
talk
at a
ll
may we also
begin it
together
running
somewhere
happily?
