The 365 Project Pt. II

the silver tongue sighs
the weary weep the
meek dream while lovers
plead and resistors resist
it’s all the same song

it’s not that complicated
even the parts we don’t
understand or the strange
harmony that spins and
twists up into space

it’s all the same song
the one we’re singing
every open mouth
from the first to the last
it’s all the same song

voices rise and carry like
newspapers in windstorms
fragments of clues swirling
like swallows pretending
they know every word

it’s all the same song
the one we’re singing
every open mouth
from the first to the last
it’s all the same song

epw 1.18.07 perrysburg, oh