“are we alive?”
dancing in the night
give us light
desert sand
a run for our veins
floating trees
purple rain
“are we real?”
fluorescent birds
half notes
crashing out in air traffic
of sky blue pain
“are we …?”
scattered keys
porous terrain
boundaries of grace
give us meaning
(a filling for our soul cavity
a rhythm to our decay)
peace to our howling scars