For years and rolled it up into one ball
And chewed, and thoroughly tasted, and swallowed it some years ago,
It would have led to no more than I what I felt.
I compose lines now before I sleep
And send them off inside my head.
It is my form of prayer.
I wish that wishes had power
I wish the skyline wasn't unforgiving.
I wish we could have seen it.
I have been this quarter century in making. I am not done.
But I have realized in these days
when everything came apart, and snapped, and refracted,
It wasn't breaking.
The only thing I have ever really feared
Was what it is to be a fearful thing,
Suspected and half-hated myself;
No more.
Who I've been, and who I am,
Have snapped into harmony.
I do not need the same words,
but would have new ones.
I have found that I can open myself.
I have found that I can see, and speak,
and laugh a hard and easy laugh with teeth
against the lips, hard and visible.
In the dusk of the shortest day,
The daylight shatters. Tomorrow
Will be longer.
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