spirit

the night traveler
likes the corners of life best.
where the angels are.

we’ve travelled awhile
down deep valleys and high hills.
i’m better for it.

we are cesspools
of other people’s
expectations
images
fears
broken dreams
longings
hopes
defeats

we are not
other people

we are
perfect
flawed
being
dreaming
hoping
living
gaining
losing
fighting
winning

hanging on by the
thinnest
thread

but we are
here
now

falling down
getting up

and you are
winning
living
loving

and

worthy

you are
being

beginning
not
ending

carry on
carry your flag
carry your brother
your sister

hold on
to
love
hope
dreaming
trying

you are never
quitting
stopping
dropping
out

you are
i am
we are
one
both
all

keep
going

and
going

and
growing

especially
when
groaning
and moaning

live friend
live

even if
you have no
hope

living is
giving

give it all
for like
the
waterfall
it will
end

but not yet
not now
not while
you
stand
guard

the sentinel
of your own
lighthouse

shine
the
light
bright

let no bushel
hide that star
let it be seen
wide and far

hold on

i’m holding on

we’re holding on

to
each
other

in the beginning
there was the word, quite absurd.
what about science?

can a man still live
with nothing but starvation
amongst this plenty?

curled into a c
cat dreams of infinity.
not schrödinger’s cat.