Don’t be afraid. The future is not disguised           as sleep. It is a tango. It is a waterfall between
two countries, the river that tried to drown you.           It is a city where men speak a language
you can fake if you must. It’s the hands of children           thieving your empty pockets. It’s bicycles
with bells ringing through the streets at midnight.           Come up from the basement. It’s not over.Traci Brimhall

Jul 25 -

 Don’t be afraid. The future is not disguised
          as sleep. It is a tango. It is a waterfall between

two countries, the river that tried to drown you.
          It is a city where men speak a language

you can fake if you must. It’s the hands of children
          thieving your empty pockets. It’s bicycles

with bells ringing through the streets at midnight.
          Come up from the basement. It’s not over.

Traci Brimhall