Wow

To say,
"please,
not-God,
but the thing we pray to
anyway, never let us stop
being gentle.

To say, never
make it our turn
to become the monsters
we left on the other side
of the river.

With kissed-on lips,
to say, "oh
how strange this is"

how strange to watch
someone new turn into music
under record needle fingers, to have
the limits of this world slid off
of your back like the straps
of a dress,

to have hands
so suddenly
full

oh
how strange it is

to say,
"wow"

because
really living
and really dying
both just feel like exhaling forever