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hey, hey, it's cold today. i'll search and gather all my
promises and friends like fuel for flames and bodies for battle.
when they're safe and sound together i'll start and light it up
let the ashes float and flutter like visions of us stomping, dancing
in the sand on the shore as christ and kennedy entice us to let it go.
the thinking gets me burning and the burning lets me know:
there will be no soft focus when we leave, no lens flare on the horizon
to signal a bright infinity out past the highway. there will only be
the wind whipping our hair and the hum of the heat and
the haunting hopeful holding-hands walk downtown.
the nights of our lives will bleed and entwine,
splinter and scatter us to different roofs to fall under.
but what a handshake brings together let nothing tear asunder:
somewhere along the line we'll meet again if only at the end
in the grand golden estimation of a jazz funeral:
cosmic choirs and revelation shine,
"how are you?" and "i am fine."