Inside out

Poetry

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there is no space, there is no time — that can contain the everything that is everything felt budding — and hidden inside

billions of breaths held collectively, are freed like a harmony of sighs eventually — like puffs of pristine smoke, clear as daylight, so full of life and warm as half of a yellow sun — flashing rays into the darkest corners of scattered minds still trying to forgive — but unable to forget

remembering, we are like tumble weeds tumbling across the desert under Arabian skies, we are summer storms with glints in our eyes like lighthouses — searching the night exchanging glances below and beyond the sky

remembering, we are ordinary people, you and I, stumbling upon ways to create lifetimes within a body to a life, imitating art — imitating life, as blood drips down inner thighs — like our dirty laundry being aired outside, we bring the inside out like bursts of fireworks — bewildering hearts all over the world lacking physical touch, feel the electricity sparking in the empty spaces between fingertips to fingertips

sometimes, when we don’t know what we’re doing, we try too hard not knowing which way to go, slowly spinning around like galaxies in the eyes of the Universe — we’re still so young, still so possible, we know, we feel, we know — we’re not the only ones

so we hold on, we breathe more, we adventure more, we bring unplugged joy as limitless cells multiply — endlessly humming eight bars of soul, we feel more and more ecstasy — alone and together we laugh, we cry and we sing for ourselves and each other for a lifetime — our own long songs