Amid the spiritual wreckage
And cyclical lapses into dark
What keeps me looking for
Beauty and meaning?
Sadness and radiance walk
Side by side
And I can’t stop seeing
Either.
Always, always,
The cardinal in the snow
The bittersweet
The pointless and the reason
I see your side
I get that how that could happen
I was once like you
I still am
Remarkable, even trauma
In bedrooms and boardrooms and passing the salt,
Near birch trees,
The ground you die on is mossy.
What keeps me up
And keeps me raised
Is that we are all strung together
On the vine.
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