Fever to the Form

we've been here before

Celia Woodsmith | Deborah Tracey Photography

“Cause the very thing you're afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean but unclear
Clean but unclear

Is the dirt that you're made, you're made of
And that’s nothing to fear
No, it’s nothing my dear” - Nick Mulvey

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As I was doing chores today this song came on by Nick Mulvey —

I felt the urge to write a poem from top to bottom without stopping. It’s weird like a musical push to pen.

This is for the person trying to follow their own feverish, passionate path in the overwhelming noise of the world.

Happy Wednesday. ox

So we sing it to the floor
dance it out the door
perform our best encore
paint it to the evermore
seek color not war
death at our door
afraid to leave the shore
of our belonging 
that we swore
would wrap us
around the lore
of what it means
to explore
how Love did bore
a place over yore

passionate fever
true believer
conceiver
to the form
don’t conform

"fill your heart up with gladness
Not a moment too soon"

"It's the dirt that you're made of

...and that’s nothing to fear
no, it’s nothing my dear"

    cause we want more
    and
we’ve
been
here
before...

Psalm 139:14