The Power is Out
poem + mixtape
expectantly, they nuzzled their bodies into the void emboldened winds cut through a deafening silence and for the first time in three years i can hear the neighborhood a guilty joy sneaks inside taking refuge above my chest warm candle light flickers in esoteric time signatures outside, the swirling darkness promises redemption i quicken my pace as the world swallows me whole ripping away preconceived solutions leaving only an awareness of what always has been neighbors emerge from their darkened hideaways nodding acknowledgements gingerly stepping over damp concrete newborns confronting an abyss mid-crescendo, the absence of space feels devastatingly blissful yet its velocity must crest then plummet to kiss the soft earth when did you last witness an hour hesitate before it cautiously snuck away? what is the value of something half-remembered, not yet forgotten? when the power goes out how will you listen? - jr



Ok this line "when did you last witness an hour hesitate / before it cautiously snuck away" blows my mind