There is a fastness
\ninside every fastness.
\nSomething that changes
\nand doesn\u2019t change.
\nPages creased by hands
\nthat turn them.
\nDoorbells rung and gone silent.
\nI would dare you
\nto live again and come back.<\/p>\n
I am confounded.
\nI never knew
\nhow beauty walked down the street
\nand said hello.
\nHow the rain exhausted itself
\nmaking everything shine.
\nHow youth was impervious to rust.
\nHow nothing excused its legs
\nor said, I\u2019m tired.<\/p>\n
And then
\nsomething knocking at the door.
\nThe wind?
\nThe creak of cold?
\nOr a voice shouting,
\nthere\u2019s a parade out here!
\nCome and see!
\nThe band you heard at birth,
\nwaking you up forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a fastness inside every fastness. Something that changes and doesn\u2019t change. Pages creased by hands that turn them. Doorbells rung and gone silent.…<\/p>\n