Someday there will be nothing.
\nI will walk into the room of the world
\nand it will be empty.
\nI will live in the catastrophe of winter.
\nTell me how music is resurrected
\nfrom the keyboard of astounding sound.
\nHow light is collected
\nin the crystal of a glass.
\nHow the shadows of the past
\nare pressed neatly in a box.
\nThen I will tell the magic boy,
\nit\u2019s ok.<\/p>\n
I have special glasses for your eyes.
\nHearing aids that amplify
\nthe sounds of summer,
\nthe breathing of the air,
\nthe beat of a rabbit\u2019s heart
\nsynchronous to your own.
\nTents made of blankets,
\nwhere time snuggles next to you,
\nand you can touch the world
\nat the end of your fingers,
\nthen you can open up again,
\nand the words inside will run away.
\nAnd we can remember the future
\nand go there,
\nwhere we belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Someday there will be nothing. I will walk into the room of the world and it will be empty. I will live in the catastrophe…<\/p>\n