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hope

if you asked

in the depths of the night,

i would say hope means

that I wake to a brand

new day, brand new page

brand new portrait I’m still

in the frame, I’m still in the play

still in the game

still got means still got ways.

ask when I’m broke

hope is money

ask in the rain hope is

daydreams of summer

ask when I’m grieving and

hope is a kindness: kind touch,

kind talk kind thought,

a lighthouse

to lead me out the mist,

hope 

hat pungent

fragrance of dream

staring death

in all its forms

demanding it wait a minute

hope is dancing even

though the song is finished

and the music hall is flooded

finding melody

amongst the noises

writing poems in trenches

what else would write poems

in trenches

what else would stretch a

handshake over fences

singing hymns to the wretched

even though we wretched are not

singing from the same hymn sheet

how else does a scattered heart

recover all its pieces

hope is a string

a patient,

ancient thing

ask me in a rave

ask me in a riot

and hope is the smiles

the fists the flares

grimaces in the mosh,

push and  dance and defiance

in the sweated air

the Young and youthful faces,

Finding love in unclean places

kindness in cold embraces

Bold hearted

Born in the end of days and just starting

alive and getting on with living

It’s an impossible thing

like if a butterfly’s wings

can cause a winds across the world to spin

imagine what a roomful of likeminded kin can do

hope’s right there, in the nosebleed seats

pom-poms in one

hand, megaphone in the other,

screaming love is louder than gunpowder

Mountains may melt, empires fade

If there's time and there is a still a path

to a  brand new day, brand new page

brand new portrait we’re still in the frame

we’re still in play we’re still in the game

god might look away and the devil schemes eternal

but we still got ways still got means.

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