I fucking said it, therefore I fucking am!
I exist because my voice calls out. Shout
that you are! Oh, my people, my loves, my
glorious friends, call out! The stars long for
your song, that sweet timbre of your yawping
scream of life! let no day pass without you
sing to your own soul and that nearest you!
whisper if it please you, but put sweet breath
behind it like your most fervent prayer
because it is! And take into your heart
and lungs the song and breath of those you love
and savor, savor sweet or bitter, each
moment, each breath, each dawn and each midnight,
for death awaits us all every moment.

dm pitchford 12/24/23