The Thing We Chase
It can happen, sometimes
four or five songs into a set,
when your voice is warm
and the lyrics are familiar,
it can happen that you forget
yourself, and the microphone,
the orange and purple lights,
everything outside your skin,
and you begin to only be
the sound of your own voice,
rising like a swell inside your
own great hollow cathedral,
a shining perfect selflessness,
the first and only vibrant word.
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