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Words, Words, Words

They're all we have to go on...

insensible of mortality--desperately mortal
leaving a trail
of destruction
behind her but
her current
happy happy joy joy


most people she never tells
about the tightrope
so she doesn't have to listen
to their helpful comments
the ground


Today, like every other day,
we wake up empty and scared.
Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading.
Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways
to kneel
and kiss the ground.