miles miles miles

These thoughts dance in pairs
And dress in dresses.
They smile down at me
As if they think of me kindly.
Marching at me, an army of snalis
The sky is a homily.
Certainly they’ll capture me and I’ll scream,
“Oh great heights!” “Terrible doubts!”
Cumulous clouds say, “You are crazy.”

Clapping in the streets, melody wakes me.
Am I dreaming a song for me or cars crashing?

Piano keys, simple things
Melodies, the songs we sing
Simply speaking, it’s a broken chord, a broken note, broken bones.
And how they linger!
And how they seem…

The secrets I keep say, “You are crazy.
You are crazy.
You are crazy.”