when we are moved, we move.

... and one more time, with feeling.

AN ODE TO POETIC LICENCE

these places that you take us,
that we are taken into
are so beautiful

we move
and it is as if
everything else
stops

we move
and it is as if
everything else
shatters

what we knew
(what we thought we knew)
is gone

&

there is so much beauty in that loss