Poem "Make a Gesture"

[part one]

can't escape the feeling / that the only way to get anything
is to chase it down and catch it
can't get around the apparent reality / that the only way to get anything
is to give something better in return
that the only way to get there is to be there first

maybe that's just life / maybe it's just thermodynamics
maybe it's not supposed to make sense

can't escape the feeling / that nothing i have to give will get me in the door
the toll of the bridge / is a bottomless pit
that only exists to swallow more and more
maybe if you fall, someone will catch you / maybe that's what it takes

[part two]

now with a clear mind / i ascend the staircase to you
to find that my grand gestures were only smoke screens
for running my fingers thru your hair
like clumsy thimbles thru a feather
they don't match
but like sometimes different shades of blue
together they make something like music

[part three]

hello / this is different / it's familiar
it's a sliver of what i've been waiting for
and that's a start
in a wind tunnel, i can finally breathe
and falling from far up in the atmosphere, i can finally see

reverb and echo, and a modulating bassline
have restored my spirit, and now i can feel okay
about painting my face with racing stripes
give me a short sleeve shirt under a windbreaker
and some dark red running shoes and a faded pair of jeans
and i'll map the coastline
just to be able to throw my arms around you


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