Two-Step Before Sunset

There aren’t enough habits to break
to keep you by my side.
Calliope strings fill afternoons
and bleed into the night
when atmospheres of dying
shed wonder amidst revolution.
Sing out, sing loud,
by God just sing at all,
we’ve been waiting to assure you for decades,
long beyond the pall.

Denying nothing but causation
while slicing yourself thin,
surrounded by relatives turned strangers,
and self-reflection gone black,
we’ll find a way
to those empty fields
and that rich earth,
before it consumes us all.

February 19, 2022

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