writing by terry mcdermott
x - alternate remix
let x = you don’t belong here anymore.
turn away, away with your back,
leave things as they are.
let x = somewhere to hide, never come back.
breathe the abcs, the 123s,
lessons taught in dust,
prayers silent at dusk
until lungs are dry of learning,
the spirit is delivered a new destiny.
let x = begin the plot and plod of time.
of light, of hope, of degree,
of depth that sweeps out
to rip currents of salvation.
let x = all the torrential fear,
that marks this spot.
marks this beginning, marks this end.
x as our history
the xhumed heroes of myth,
the xtngishing plagues and
x number of wars,
xcaping to Canada,
xtenuated search for safety.
two lovers xchanging, then
xcommunicating each other.
x as our future,
for xxx decades ahead,
children xiv and xvi years
for tomorrow or….
x as now.
what to do about now?
take x-1 samples from a field of x
or victims, derailed but not healing.
we will repeat x to the infinite.
defeating, fleeting, repeating.
let x = x = the end =
the nexus = change = the beginning.
let x = hope so small,