“The love of endings is a love of form. It is a tributary. [ I will lead you down the river of this] It is triumphant, even. Challenging and channeling; measuring the riff. The world hurts. The world pains. The world cuts into wounds and we let it let on. We let it let on us. The gush is good.
The lucky is in the happening. The lucky is the way that the stitches run. If we were to take this in a musical direction, first, I’d want a motorcycle jacket first.
This is a direct address: “You! Come here!”
This is where I realize the recognizing has fallen. The report should have stated: this is precious. This is all a master letter on: wandering. If this is woven together, it will be satisfying. I promise, what comes is promising. I will make light dance. You will believe that it will be. I will collect the shatterings with my own teeth,” says tomorrow.
© Umansky 2013
blog of poet, leah umansky 
Love the repetition here, the title, and oddly, the ending. Merci mon cherie!