Poem - Not for Naught (for Elodie)
Now Playing: Lamb (Fear of Fours), in Le Havre, France
Topic: Poetry
Bliss
My life is about this.
Oft trite, but with true insight,
One can see that I'm right.
At least in my attempts to,
For sake of we two,
Release my stuttering heart
To the anxious experience,
The chest-tickling tightness,
That constricts and intensifies the strange lightness
That I feel.
When I open for just an eyelash bat,
Or open an ear to a hear a heartbeat,
Or my lips such that we might meet,
I feel a horrid heat flash through.

Fight through!
Through the fear I might be happy
I might be more
That would be so different, that
That I dread the thought

Push, push, push?.
Breathe.
Let the birth happen.
Let the moment stretch and break you,
And let out the new you.
Reach out a hand, and grasp another.
Jump.
Look down and love the site of the ground,
Rushing closer.
Rush at me. Hit and split me and make more of me,
So that I can do the same for you.
So we can finally be free
Free
Freedom
Bliss
Just bliss
It's all about this