Your name stops time dead
In its tracks I know what it’s like to be
Alone with human frailty
October like a bruise on your chin
I summon the specter of poetry
The phoenix
Born with an arrow in its wings
This is the path
And you have not risen
Yet. All is torn
From conflict and happiness
Hurts, it makes no pattern
You give life to the rain
So it might come back with
Answers attached
Waiting for love
As if you didn’t know where to look.

We stumble through the future
Some of us with magic
In our fingertips
Some with bitter dust
On cracked lips
Everywhere this motion
Blind speed
Rinse. Repeat.
Rinse. Repeat.

K Axel (102203)