Reorganizing

two and a half months before salvation
my muscles tear against each bone as I wait
distract the brain replacing deadwood with dead weights
salvation to enjoy their happy wrinkled faces
salvation to enjoy softness and extend softness

ten years old but I sought salvation
my lungs pierced by pain but I wait
run along pavement replacing one hurt with another
salvation to hear them recognize the wonder that is me
salvation to hear my own voice over theirs

ten months ago I found salvation
the repertoire of my soul reorganizing and I did not wait
debate oblivious hours placing awe with lust
salvation to revive a trueness of character and a romanticism of heart 
salvation to know my soft voice from theirs 

alongside hers