I dawn with laughter
Flying feet dancing on the sunlit dust Inhaling the dirt, the familiarity --the everything-- And I sing to empty dressers and patched, unpainted walls My skirts swirling, dust whitening my hem For joy delights the soul and medicines the heart While my spirit flies beyond the clouds and into worlds Where nothing bites and no one dies unless I will it And laughing, I create beauty. Face today The dark, the hate, the sourness. Disease and chores and Life According to Jean-Luc Where nothing works despite my efforts. The dust settles, skies darken, chill sets. I smile regardless The candle within me refuses to be silenced.
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