when the words in my head made no sense
and every axiom turned on it's head

I was crying

when the ears you listened with were tender
and  when at last spoke your wisdom

my tears had ebbed

but we made a plan and we went to the party
and when we came back we worked liked clockwork

and we were on fire

simple things together to straighten our world
like pitch and stack and recycle

we were on fire

we did what we had to do because we knew
that we could get through it together

then we laughed