Ink and Strings

Yesterday I thumbed through
A magic
Makeshift book
Plein de mots
(Full of words)
and Music.

Pressed between the pages of
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
and
A Wonderful World (from Good
Morning
Vietnam)

Lay a reminder:

Truth is found through fiction.
Make it up,
It's not real,
It's
More important
Than that.
It's the path to
The real.

Jean teaches me how I feel
About crime
and revenge.

Roland, how I feel
about purpose
and friendship
and a lazy mind.

Daniel, about
Love
and
Murder.

The things I see (say, synesthete) in the steady strike of a ride, and pulled strings (in that fingertouch time); the slowed motion, of something that
looks
like
real life;
The secret that might be found
In that house
If I just run with it (and build, crescendo)
And keep (finish) building.

Might I find you there, too?

(I hope so
I hope so)