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A Story With No Name
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2019
Safety or swords
I can’t tell what to call it
somewhere in between
when the scorch takes hold underfoot
and something whispers
I have learned it is this
moment you fly.
We fight fire
with pure simple tears
when this sky cries
and when it gets cold
because infinity has never been warm-blooded
I will build you
all you’ve ever asked for.
Sometimes you look at me
and my life folds into
minutes spent waiting.
Time zones.
Strangers
or seconds
or something like magic.
I didn’t come here
calling it magic
but it has slipped
over my shoulders
just the same…
made me someone
who doesn’t call herself a dreamer
but holds them like her own.
Chapter one
of a story with no name,
we have breathed it
up and up
by being
no more than human.
It is an end somehow
but we will write it
like a beginning.
