Thursday, July 10, 2014

Hope is an animal that leaves you a feather to let you know it sees you

It could be anywhere; so 
unlikely it's likely 

Ridiculous possibilities or
the reason someone always wins the lottery

Under one of these far stones in deepest space or 
right behind your ear, as if it lived there all along

It's unsayable and so you must sing it 
every evening when no one hears your frequency

So profound you must use it up on
children who still speak with mysterious language

Send your healing spit into the
whirlwind destined to touch down nowhere

Like TB cocooned in a capsule that
the drugs simply keep at bay