Here

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We
are here,
living
inside of shell,
inside of
body,
inside of us,
forgetting the day
and
whispering the
antics
of
when we
took
our
youthfulness
for
the ride
of
its life.

We are here,
breathing
in
the
dust, filled
with
our hands
cupped,
like
the time
you
spoke
to me
with sleep-filled
eyes,
and my hands
were
inside
of
your heart.

just.
there.

What
this poet|
means to
say,
is that
we are
here,
and
with every note,
we
get to
ride this
crescendo
into the next
movement.

M.C. Davis