"Atlas", "To double dutch when you don’t know how", & "May 1st Serenade" by Jess Grant-Domond
- Roi Fainéant
- 2 hours ago
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AtlasÂ
Stop telling me of my strengthÂ
InsteadÂ
SayÂ
That sometimes the world will offer scrapsÂ
And glass piecesÂ
And dimly lit bulbsÂ
Tell me that life is trickyÂ
And God’s will imperfectÂ
And brokenness aboundingÂ
Tell me that we are all made up of fragments, residual memories and glimpses of agapeÂ
Stop telling me of my powerÂ
InsteadÂ
SayÂ
That things fall apart and unravelÂ
Tell me that my world can stop with a daunting cruelty that sets other worlds in motionÂ
Tell me that I am not atlasÂ
Tell me that I am not atlas (nor should I be)Â
Tell me that I can still bask in the sunÂ
With eyes sunkenÂ
Spirit uneasyÂ
And heart wandering
To double dutch when you don’t know howÂ
Is to form archesÂ
CompactÂ
SyncopatedÂ
Then drive into earthÂ
ConcreteÂ
Let ropes whirÂ
ContractÂ
Close to faceÂ
As tensionÂ
Caught in the middleÂ
To let the girlÂ
With slicked bunÂ
Be spirit guideÂ
Let me show youÂ
To be in the pocketÂ
To drumÂ
To airbend
May 1st SerenadeÂ
You siren and I hold breath under water
We extinct whatever is anchor and binding
Is caught and barnacle, mold and tempest
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We live hymnal and free togetherÂ
Swim to fault plain and epicenterÂ
Meet you there, meet you there
Â
We extinct whatever is rubber and ornate
Only the soft can surviveÂ
We siren into be-gone barnacle and tempest budding
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Track salt and sulfur scent above eventide
Swim to fault plain and epicenterÂ
Feel you there, feel you there
