by Tom Saers

Make me spinning visible to

Make my pain complete?

And I will not allow this to repeat 

Said someone part of me 

And I will not allow this to repeat 

Said generation me, my parent

What I wouldn’t advertise 

To find a smile with space enough for twenty paper planes…

We’re rolling past recycling bins 

With far too much anxiety about the sleeping in I’m doing 

But then I saw the leaves 

Their movements making me believe

And only when their marching band coordinator set the time with currents going in my ears

I guess the judgment someone gave for thinking I was on my own 

deserved a second look

Well after all, the cries of people waiting to fulfil the only mission told to them are in the queue ahead of me 

But then, let’s say, a gear shift! 

From far apart I heard 

your eyes and sparks with vision flying,

Electricity, you give me love 

And finally I found a smile with space enough for friends and me: I know that joy is

not impossible