depending on whose eyes
heart and mouth
shapes a perspective,
right or wrong
i sing
for the love i bring
no forcing and no holding
back
the way nature streams
months into seasons
time into reason
for change
i slept one night
and awoke to not even a rearranged room
but a monsoon of
upside down backwardness strewn
across my brain like
tornado path trash
memories for debris
scraps of heart flesh
sticking to stones
somewhere are bones
in my legs to walk on
because
what do i say, stunned
help me understand, please?
looking around in wonder
staring at the blunder of thunder
of choices conceived from hurt
now the voices of song
sing of a love stronger
than right or wrong
but of seasons gone
chaotic nature
ensures change
the comfortable are always rearranged
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