By slug
Date: 29 August 2000
Belief
I have to find something to believe in.
I've felt it before � belief in something righteous and good and� right.
But I said that. Something right � the belief is what�s right,
Because you wouldn�t believe in wrong�.
Would you?
Would you sing it like the song that plays on the lips of days
We used to spend winging�singing�sailing through the moments that were sewn together like pearls, girls, worlds apart and right next to each other.
Because I believe that holding your hand will get me there
To that place where the bears take hold of your lair-
And I rhyme because�I care.
And it�s lame, but it�s the same, and you�re game. And you know it.
You�re through it, over it, under it, and on it.
On me.
You see?
But you don�t and you won�t � and I ramble again.
With the brain that moves faster than words � and a vocabulary filled with lightning bugs that don�t streak the sky - like the lightning of your wit.
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