Election

I. Once the words run dry,
Maybe they'll listen.
Each flaw is a history
Hidden from the
First glance,
Children will notice,
Children will listen.
II. You might assume
It's an accident when
Skin meets blade.
We hold onto killing things,
Our palms grasp
The sharp blades
And revel in the
Pain one person can
Cause. Too often
Harm is not an
Accident.
III. Not an eye for an eye
But a hand for
Another hand
Until we are fingers
Laced together,
Prayers pressed between
Palms like dried flowers.
Love one another
Without terms and conditions.
IV. You are allowed
To build yourself
One day at a time,
To be passions
And inspirations
Colliding like particles,
Energizing instead
Of depleting.
You can be multiple things
Simultaneously
Without being stretched too
Far or spread too thin.
V. An endless creation,
A radical kind of love.
Let us protest injustices
With our words,
Let our words create fire.
When darkness
Meets us, how beautiful
The accident.
We will surprise them
With silence when they
Want us to rage.
VI. You cannot look at
The sun, though the
Sun allows you to
Look at everything else.
Blessed are those who
Illuminate their lives,
Preaching with action,
Never searching for sanction.
VII. Hell is baggage, not
A destination,
Travel light,
Strewing light,
Solivagant but never
Without company.
Mistakes come and go,
This too shall pass.
To be human to
The brim of your soul.
VIII. The more you let go of,
The easier it is.
To watch people leave,
To be your own bystander,
To free and be freed.
Silence is also an answer,
Hesitation can be an anacrusis
To a melody too beautiful
To be anything but a lie.
You musn't burn yourself
In hopes of making
The blind see,
Burn to give light to
Those shrouded in darkness.

Climb these mountains,
Do not wear them on your
Shoulders.