Free, free
An open trapdoor
An open box of doves
A picture of words
I've always been an impressionist
Because there we are
The world
He's dancing without a care in the backseat
To the song drumming in my chest
It takes me there, a snapshot
Of the young man throwing everything he meant into waves
Heartbeats
And will they never know?
All we are
Floating
Feeling
Trying
Will they never know
Darkness pulls
Another year
Smoke and ribbons
It hides
But knows that I see it
Working so hard
To find welcome
They laugh
And she prays for me,
And she prays for me -
Everything
In love with life
Exhausted from living
Everything
Kyrie eleison
Two thousand and sixteen;
