(no subject)

[salvationarmy]

out on the porch in the muggy almost-evening, chainsmoking
and the world shifts, skips a dimension
you are not (here), you are baghdad, you are bombay, you are

the entire wriggling mass of humanity
stunned into some static dynamic

and i can't move, i can't move
lord,
let this music

linger
over
me