Song For The Time Poem by Maakomele Manaka

i know why you cannot sleep
you lay awake
watching your plans
wrestle the ceiling
with ears facing the night
breathing heavy on your feet

i have heard you ask for directions
from a yellow razor

i know you pray to exit
wounds that breed self hatred

but, I pray for you to listen
and free your laughter
from the cold whisper
of open veins
that steal your doors

i pray for you to exist
in the quiet sound
of the many rivers
inside your smile