Where the sky falls,
\nthat\u2019s where I\u2019m going.
\nWalking the treadmill,
\ntelling my heart,
\nyou are no longer confined.
\nWe\u2019re going where the air
\ntouches us.
\nWhere excitement palpitates.
\nBrother heart, I want to live,
\nto take the sacraments of life.
\nI want to live
\nto enter life inside my children,
\nto follow journeys inviting us.
\nTides to embark on the pull
\nof the moon.<\/p>\n
We have rocked from time began.
\nOne in one.
\nAnd time stays with us.
\nWe are walking with angels, brother.
\nDoing poems never written.
\nTaking hugs to be hugged.
\nNothing says we\u2019ve seen it all.
\nLoved enough,
\ndone enough,
\ngone far enough
\nto stop being dangerous.
\nTo stop dancing
\non the treadmill,
\nand sing the treadmill song.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where the sky falls, that\u2019s where I\u2019m going. Walking the treadmill, telling my heart, you are no longer confined. We\u2019re going where the air touches…<\/p>\n