Energetic Rumbling

say my name once and say my name twice a reflection that fails to be seen in the strongest of mirrors— with hopes that the bird can chirp and see the song of tomorrow. my strength can break pencils and perhaps overheat when confronted with denser wood, but the efforts keep burning. I am not sure if this invocation will bring blessings in disguise— but the sun continues to generate new calendars and the moon continues to promise creative ecstasies. love has been returned. my heart runs with the promise that heartache fades like the sleeping sun in its departure toward the West. I am awake not because you are out, but simply because the memory— of our everlasting dance— continues to pierce all the nerve endings that generate electrical charges of my continuing existence.