moment’s exuberant windchime

pulling nuance from our breath 
as light teases a prism 
into revealing itself 

falling and rising 
worried wings melt down 
to arrogant wax

waxing and falling 
relaxed resistance 
as one examines another for tears 

I will make happiness fall out of your ears  

(your dwelling) I am here 
I am here (your dwelling) 
I am here! 

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