Keep moving
Finally, after being so sick
a husband has died.
At the appointed time
a baby was born.
You keep moving, coming and going
You keep moving.
Lock,
unlock,
lock,
unlock,
lock,
unlock
You keep moving with events
of your big, little life
And that’s it. That’s what it’s about.
You are alive. You are.
A bag full of blood, sweat, and tears.
You are
keeping it fun
With love, all around you.
With love, it’s all around you.
Love, if you let the world love you:
A mirrored rejoice.
15 September 2009
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