Hold your attention, keep this
together, thin sheets of your heart
fastened along the same old 
lines, the squeeze and clatter memories

Or you go young, releasing

Sort the moments, choose
which will shape your vessel
space and place tiny metal
touchstones, remember the hill

Ponies, wind, something distant
lifetimes before and to come
maybe the soul itself runs electric
from rivet to rivet rebuilding, and 

Now it sings

Follow
Stand fast
Forgive

Pick a star of your own
up there past the light haze
and you, a point of of shine

Whatever else life may be or mean
maybe the soul electric holds
attention of Deity, fastening 
the world heart, reason enough.

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