thought of poet

for now. for right now. i feel the subtle weight of the words that wait in the background. i feel the air surround me and block the whisper of logic that has hopes of reaching my mouth. we start to wonder...where does the heart want to be? the cold darkness, where so many dwell, is no place for a rhythm. no place for songs to live. no place to create light or love or...

my clock ticks the same as yours. so, is it fair to ask me to wait? my seconds count the same and march the same. but my heart...it beats. like a drum in a chorus line. beat after beat after beat. my cadence. my rhythm. my...song. hear it. memorize that shit and sing it to me. touch the sounds that move around us like blankets of comfort as we parade in the streets of our normality just waiting to breath it in and...live.