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Metamorphosis in Stasis
A Poem
how do you say the words i need to hear
when the going gets tough —
and all i need is a little peace and resolution
(something to drown out the noise)
and how do you speak to me
when you’re there and i’m here —
and how do the words bleed
when i expect nothing else
but just a sudden despair of a moment
caught in a flagrant being of something
like knowing, like missing, like unbecoming
how, how, how
do you make the words come and rise and stand
how, how, how
do you know what makes me believe in something like
a happy ending made real, a truth made manifest
how, how, how
do you get to the heart of me
i wish i knew the answer
even as you’re a mystery behind glass
i wish i knew the answer
even as you’re someone i could never picture
in a thousand lifetimes, i think,
even as parts of me bleed towards you
and tell me that you’re something new
in the darkness of a moment,
in the sunrise of another day,
in the climate of something
that may make us question anything
we’ve ever known
