Not a Crescendo
By: Ezekiel Gonzales
There, hidden under the bleachers,
buried under the bridges, scattered among the ashes,
bound against the shoreline, floating towards the endless sky
while strapped to a red balloon
There, if you pay attention
There, if you look close enough
There, there, it’s there;
Everything
Everybody, somebody, and nobody
all at the same time
Deep within my bones,
I feel, I feel, I feel
A feeling so deep—oh, my Lord, my one true savior
Father, please, spare me this;
My bones are aching, my feet and hands no longer work
for I must now hobble and sip from straws
my lips are cracked, dried, and flaked over with dried blood
my eyes have sunken in to my broken skull
My senses serve no purpose
There, it’s hidden from plain sight
maybe, maybe, maybe
There, stuffed beneath our homes, dirtied with soot
maybe, maybe, widen your perspective
There, unable to change your course,
carrying no weights as your string of life knows no limits
maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, there’s something out there we don’t know how to cope with
something we will never know how to
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