Axis.

Free 

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;