Panic 8 Could Not Be Found

You point your feet in the direction of music
You point your thoughts on the notes, too
& feel a smile spread itself

is acting upon you
It's OK

Through the park
green hill
after hill until
one is lit along the edge

A branch bearing bulb stars
reaches out for you
buzzing incandescent

The sky arranges itself darkly for good contrast

& here's the shebang
you've walked an hour to find

A jumble of light
& collapsible armatures
A copse of supersized toys
& a muddling crowd

Your core is rare

Which light
which beat or lyric
has touched you
just enough

by Shanna Compton
published in Tool A Magazine

Stop!!, originally uploaded by » J E S U S «.

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