burn down the mission

the city streets pile on top of each other

like the rhythm section of a band

that’s never played together

but will never play with anyone else

from here on out

and the sirens wail in a chorus

as if everyone knew what was happening

and why

we lend our voices to the song

even if we don’t know the words

even if we are making them up

as we go

and our steps conduct the night air

a symphony of staccato beats

and long pauses

to look at the damage

and try to understand the beauty

that is most certainly behind it

i keep forgetting

but you remind me every time

that the accidents only make us better

and our mistakes are the colors

that no one has seen before


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