What did you see?

I took a breath
and there it was
this flash of more than everything
that I had ever wanted
while the music box is playing
I have all these eyes
all these ways
of watching the world
from stars on high
while he is blossoming
in the woods and
if the rhythm is right
if we all reach back in time
with our collective hope
we can try try try
like the little blue engine that could
if only it knew
the power was inside itself
all along
those kinds of stories just
wear me out
and leave me dried up
and unfinished

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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