STACKING WOOD
writings & humanifestos
Lily
A thousand January moments
Lapse into one
As we
Caffeinate, conversing
This early to rise sobriety
Loves us both
And happy late birthday
I think of you now
And I’ve been down
(We mellow in sorrow sometimes to catch blame
All the while knowing we must love the game)
Struggling to seem joyful in the eyes of woeful wishers
Fairy kingdom fishers
Compensating creatures
Coveting another’s happy day
Wallowing in the wonder it takes
To forgive yourself
and move on;
To seek glitter, predestined
And pre-enjoyed bliss
But I fear that the fairies have no more to tale
I fear that the roses have fast lost their smell
I fear that we lie to ourselves and don’t see
So how do you shimmer and glow so?
How do we flow
In the murmur of after-hours thinking?
How will we know if the eyes of this world are shutting or blinking?
The breath of this dream will continue to presuppose doubt;
A mere gust in the dust of so many
Who stand short and die tall
Small explosions all in all