some voices are thin
some voices ring
in my head
like imposed cacophony
but my voices
are not like hers
so I remain
in the sheets
my head singing
my heart longing
for the ones
that remove
all assumptions
perhaps if I stay
in that place
that delicious place
built
between heaven and earth
I can figure it out
perhaps apologize
for not
incarnating today
but as I roll over to hit
the snooze alarm
unambiguous says
get up now
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 