Wednesday, February 6, 2013

it's an off night.

I've always found refuge in stories:

my theology is structure and my altar is narrative,
so most of what I think
exists only as a stepping stone to the next bit

every dark is a dawn,
all confusion, clarity,
messages are morals,
and no story arrives without an ending.

and sometimes it's hard,
only finding fiction
but it occurred to me
that things are different,
since not everything has an ending.

so maybe I'm done with stories,
and the medium has shifted
because now:

you smile
and all I hear is music.