52

If the world is ending

And you happen to find me

Alone

And dancing

With music-

Shhhh

Just let me.

Don’t step up with

Mouth full of manic ideas

Stinking up my finale

None of that

Right Now or

We Must or

This Girl or This Time or

This World Is Ending.

Just don’t

Trouble me with words.

I’m a scientist darlin’.

So let this dance

Be my last grand experiment.

The one that proves my theory of man and music.

Don’t got time for hypothetical sentences

While I’m dissecting

This agreement with gravity.

I’m too busy reconciling these outstanding debts

With one final payment of sweat and move

Of sweat and shake

Of sweat and promises kept

My ass finally cashing checks

My mouth wrote way, way back.

So as the world begins its final spin

And the rumors of the big bang boom

Into meaning

If you happen to find me

Alone

And dancing

With music.

Don’t speak

Just twirl,

Into this room

Into this dance

Hands up, eyes wide, lips pursed

Into these two arms

Into my great

Wide

Open