Salty-sweet.

the secret place between my helmet and my head
and - like music that's been there all along
'fore I had skill to sing its song -
a stark taste of tomorrow

the guard is changed
my garments rearranged
everything inside my bag begins to seem so strange

soon it will be nothing
so nothing shall advance
until i disembark what feels of sad romantic yesterdance.

the signs i did not see before
come knocking at apartment doors
and make their way up through each floor
to make what was unseen before
seen and clean and so much more
than it ever could have been before.

so sing these sweet and salty songs
then let them sleep and fade;
for to season fish with weighty rocks
is not why salt is made.

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Written May 21st, 2013.