A Continuation of Foregone Events

she stands there, all faces turned as if she rains benediction with her voice

 i stand frozen

 a deer in headlights

a death-sentence of clarity barrels towards me

 i stand as she sings my wound onstage

a scar so long ago burnt and borne

i wear my heart on my sleeve, or so i have been told

 and so i stand as the words blur into one

 a thunderstorm of discordancy for the flock