One voice tries to hold the thing together, the other asks the questions about how the first voice claims truth when it only owns half of that. How those voices clash, and something else comes from the disharmony.
Who thought who thought
we could be bold?
the center the center
the center must hold
through skies and light
into the cold
the center the center
the center must hold
Who would have said
good to get old?
the center the center
the center must hold
What trick of light
bow to a scold?
the center the center
the center must hold
if you wandered in
darkest night
Where your other hand
claimed the light
They abscond all the
clear insights
when your other hand
claimed the light
If you wandered in
kind and contrite
where your other hand
claimed the light
They shelter all their
truth and write
a story where only they
claim the light
Split the flame!
Claim the light!
Split the name!
Claim the night!
A celebration of you. A countdown of 50 days to your 50th birthday. Some presents and surpises along the way. Some recognition of who you are and why I love the you that you are. Happy birthday season, BB. Thank you for letting me celebrate you.