Typewriter Series #2835 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Edge of a knife, a blade thin as atoms
we tiptoe on the tightrope, and stare at the dawn
we’re facing.
These are the final hours we will be these people,
this is the last day before we begin again.
Set down the weight, love, teach your lips the shape
of goodbye, and offer it gently to those
who mistreat your heart,
joy has never been a shameful thing.
Hour hand ticking towards vertical,
seconds fall like sandbags, let your
balloon rise, let yourself taste cloud
and rainfall from its source, remember, love,
it’s only up that will bring you through
the storm.
Here, my lips at midnight,
silencing the shake you have carried,
whispering into yours that all things will
be alright. Feel them speak of triumph
that of all people, scattered across the
sea of this place, I found you, and you, me,
feel them remind you what you’ve always known,
that above all things,
our joy, has never been a shameful thing.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-