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The start of Something


by Darryl Price


All through the darkness, we carry the light. 
It goes where we go and cannot be extinguished. 
If we disappear, it still sits 
watch in a window, bearing witness to 
our lonely sacrifice, shining into
 
the eyes that see. That is the history 
of all things. Through the darkness, we sail on 
a courageous song like a fire breathing 
dragon. It's not that hard, if you laugh at 
the total absurdity of following
 
the moon's finger around and around 
her empty bowl of sorrow. Forget the 
stomping stars. They aren't going anywhere 
you won't be allowed to follow--as long 
as you have the heart for it. Go ahead.
 
Make a wish. It can't hurt. Angels hear everything, 
but they are only human. They 
also make mistakes. They wage war. Poets 
notice these kinds of things. Like in all the 
poems in all the world, I wonder how
 
any of that's supposed to tell you I 
love you now more than ever. All through the
great sadness, we lend an ear to a secret 
story that could not take place without 
us. It's you and me, wherever we are. 
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