how you
don't do the smile
it
does you
it
moves your face
literally
your hands
your feet
to dance
your voice
to sing
your eyes
to light up!
the whole world /your whole world
is moved!/shifted!
by your Joy/Smile
for i
have come before the world
the thought precedes the expression on the face,
precedes the expression
on the face
of the world
and she, the world,
sees you
and rejoices
she mirrors in complete honesty
lights up
remains silent and still
or
chatters innocently
blah blah blah in confusion
birds chirping
music to my ears
big ol' rabbit ears
oh all the sounds
full range
full octave and beyond
no mistep
no missed steps
grinding gears
grunts
groans
rage
is still
but a whisper
that says
love me, momma
i believe
i believe
i believe this story
rage is still
but a whisper
that says
momma, love me
the pitch of a string
scraped at this point
must sound like
these words
this exact expression
the exact redness
of the skin
as blood is moved
faster
by the heart
whose rhythm
has been speeded
by this
thought
Joy
moves
me
Love
doth
guide
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