That's My Song

It's a motion, small
Tight curves, rattling in wrist, under
Tongue, flutter in spine, fingernails, hairline;
Such a strong-bright current is not available for me, so
I'll sing what I see, trap in flesh, reverb and
Crash, roll afresh, tuning fork tine;
I know the voice, but not the owner, emotion, but mine
From yours, my battle, you flee, spring,
Stop, step, act out the model and mold
A world for me; I catch myself
Still in daily seconds, watch them stack and fall,
Pull the cord, bind the line, see it slack and pop;
My heart is one, alone, unamplified,
Meek and mean; you've met the
Light I know, and tasted lack; you echo
It back to me, you see. I've seen.

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Original - 1/21/04
Revision - 7/7/05