Just transcendental
1 January 2026

We once were
open recitals
our music 
carried there
where the magic cast a trick
changing our vitals

Toccata
Our heartbeats a drum
reliving 
forgiving
the rapid cuts in our life
of feelings a strife

Our dreams drown
in a withered shell
for dark schools’
show and tell
they make merry of us fools
we singular clown

Chained to stone
our haggard eyes weep
from love’s loss
buried deep
We are but relics to hone
rocks gathering moss

Sudden toss
Our hearts bear a cross
Wooden stake
dent to make
The chains breaking from our scars
we reclaim what’s ours

Our bodies
fly above the lake
wanton fall
as lights cease
We will live, make no mistake
Just transcendental

Reading of the poem:

My Spirit Flies – Maria Chambers Productions