Inside my lines there resides
The sticky sentiments behind my leaps of language
And inside my frequent cries of isolation and incomprehension
Is my call to kindreds
The soulful
The bare and wandering
Who in dark and separate rooms
Plead the hopes we cannot speak
Amid the sad candles that burn
For light and not romance
And where the music seeps through cracks
And into pores
Igniting hearts that are already open
And asking
So much so deeply
Of the speckled night sky
And between those jaded twinkling wishes
Lodged between our pressing and cosmic concerns
Floating on the mantras of our prayer
We will find each other
In bold and naked truth