just that

when you're cuffed in the silent cell

whatever melody you chased there

whatever ass

whatever fight

whatever shadow needing redemption

whatever beam needing record

is buried deep and deeper

under the concrete hum

which is actual

the fiery horizon left blaring along the back of the brain

and that is living

knowing the floor that holds you

the bars that bind you

make up and were made by

your lost melody
the dim glowing hara

this is also living

watching with reverence what is at your eye 

or in your hand

just that