happy endings

Oops, we say as we almost hit a
Person
Swerve and life goes on
For almosts are only almosts and
We laugh and turn the radio up
So drowning the world filled with
Weird connections and
Suppressions of their intimacies
To forget.

But what if our foot had merely
Slipped?
Asks the few sane ones
The pitiful gods enlightened by
Melancholy
Ever looking back to gates of Eden
Ever wondering why.

There's got to be some
Great magician
And spells of forgot and move on
Ignorance syringed in the water supply.

Life walks out dead
And life goes on living
And I don't know how
We keep living without
Half of all we had.
But I find myself in
Inner Chambers
Castle walls surround me
More a princess than before
More a princess yet
No prince beside me
Jewels around my neck
Sedate me with Your
Magic,
Sing to me,
You hermaphrodite fairies
In a world devoid of sex
Way too good for sex
Though our minds can't see it yet.

Yet You dazzle
Dazzle and distract from our human
Our tragic humanness.

If only we knew how tragic it really was.
We'd decorate the trees
With our bodies.

But lucky the trees are so pretty
Their flowers tell us that maybe,
-tell the melancholy ones-
That perhaps its worth holding on.
Just enough.

I walk and angels pour their
Pixie dust in clouds around me
Shields of make-believe
To keep me going.

I sit in my bedroom from childhood
Going through books and letters
Of another time
Another me so recent and yet
So far away
And wonder how it is I don't
Fall through to the kitchen below
Wonder how it is we don't collapse this tapestry of breakable threads
It doesn't shred
At the mention of love and loss
At the mere hint of a thought
Of death
That dreaded idea
That inconceivable tragedy.

You tell us it's really a comedy
If we see it right side up.
Or upside down
Depends on where you're standing...
Crazy ideas they are
That its worth it: love and loss and death
But the trees, they stay empty,
For the most part
And for some insanity of mind
We believe.
I believe.

Oops we say and almost hit a
Person.
A whole person.
But we laugh and turn the music up because we've got to move on.
We've got to be sane.

Potential tragedy?

Or miracle?
Depends on where
You're standing.