There is a way

We accept and say.

Move your trained tongues,

fill your blackened lungs.

There is a way.

A golden path engineered,

for the lucky few who adhered.

There is a way.

Rescue those who fail to find it,

or pretend you have care to emit.

There is a way.

Show limited love and be lightly loved,

and remember to keep other forms gloved.

~*~

There must be a way

for love to exist outside of skin and bones

and to be greater than

our universal fiction

we read from.

~*~

There is a way

to break and exist away

from the cold callous hand shoving

bodies into lines and squares and where nothing

can live, more than distant dreams in the muffled night

in the theatre of our ground, the drama of our sky,

if not here with our darkness embalmed

then through a far patient beyond.