faith

we are birth marked with it

stones under our skin

wood burned bone

sand for feet.

the moments stack

like clouds

atmosphere thick and beautiful

layered and falling

rain.

we want so much happiness

and we wail when

withheld and staggered,

black night. bright sun.

black night. bright sun.

and over and over again.

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faith is breathing

in very thin air.

and underwater

and buried

lungs aching in your chest

for joy to come back again.

i fall asleep

to the noise

of neighbors clawing at each other

and other neighbors making love.

the sounds are the same.

a scarred music.

and i'm alone.

and i'm at peace with this.