Fix. Revive. Salve.

Do not fix holes the rain makes in your eyes
not every time is stamped by your pain
especially if your laughter missed its bus
there’s a final home in a box of money.

enemies are not to be pushed
if they do not become rocks, wind or fear
hold your tongue against your fire
then breathe into the lungs of the world

there is a madness in your halo
there is a still nest in the sadness of tears
there is a perfect balance in nature
that’s why the moon came before sun

Ruddapoet