if you find your world has stopped revolving,
resist turning about: breathe it in
allow yourself to be held
even if your arms are the only ones
wrapping your torso round
the only lonelier sound than a loon's call is silence
but silence shouts every secret
the only thing more tragic, more beautiful
then felled Rome
is rising tattered & slanted from your knees

Arise
You: sloppy eyed with feathered thighs
regardless of your rocking hips
regardless of your worn brow
regardless of your gnawed lips
regardless of your dripping nows

Arise.