Part Two

The Gravity of Elijah and Austin

Cor Dolorimenta

—The Hurting

All I see through the dirty windshield is darkness,

I’m heading nowhere at 100 miles an hour.

We’re all dying inside,

Why can’t we find the light?

Are we running in circles?

Waiting to feel good, feel good, feel good?

At the sleazy fuel station, hot wind blowing sand in my face,

Sandstorms bearing down on us,

They never promised us happiness,

Back in the car and turn up the radio,

Block out the pain.

Drive all night,

When the sun rises,

On your doorstep, I catch my breath,

Ignore the fear bubbling inside.

A knock,

Oh my,

You smiled,

Maybe we can move past the hurting,

Because you and me,

Can turn dark to light,

We’re all made of light.

 

Xeimei du Cascàdayez

Poems of Modern Minerva Vol. 2