(“Be thankful
in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:18)
I could live under the
warmth of your smile,
I could live unmanaged and overgrown
while
light keeps pouring from your eyes.
I could drink the bitter
root,
I could taste the prisoner’s diet,
I could sweat under incinerated isolation
while
your laugh occupies the rooms I had vacated,
the accolades I felt I never deserved,
the place I could call home.
But I would find it,
the nuclear fusion that beatifies every
dream and every
waking sorrow, the loam that pulls my roots
deeper when I am only sticks and thorns.
I could live below the brainless
clouds,
I could live disconnected and stilted
while
the songs you taught me stay
on repeat,
lulling me to sleep to
see your smile again.
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