We spread the world out when we dance. Flatten the corners
of the globe, smooth the edges like paper. We are born
believing, but then have the minds to question where and
what we are. Distance is a thing we invent: close your eyes
and it falls to ashes. When we look at the stars, they are not so far
away, but burn inside us, little pieces
of heaven shining through our veins.
See the earth from children’s minds: how round it is, how perfect.
Our hearts know no boundaries. We make the rash decisions
——- (as young things do)——- we see before we understand, love
before we count the miles. Sometimes logic fails us. Sometimes
words fail us, too. We sing with the sun inside our chests.
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