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