i)
The maniac swirls on bright homeward streets
a sudden thaw from head to toe
infused with an unimaginable glee
his bursting mouth, screams an endless
whisper into hysterical night
cracking diaphragm
inhaling icy wind
crunch of snow underfoot
And nothing has been this beautiful or funny
levitation is a distinct possibility
lightness nestles next to blasphemous ascendance
to be born again on Christmas Day
who could have believed
who would have guessed, not me
One step forward, one door opened
ii)
I call her name to the wide open night
I want everyone to know but I don't want
anyone to know, what this means to me
cannot be understood, understated or estimated
you are a slimy snake and a lucky saint
strawberries and blood and I can't breathe
swallowing whiteness, the sky tonight is white for me
and every song about a heart is meant for me
and ribs that crack with
something called joy I read about
this must be the feeling called
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