A New Real - Stuart A. Staples

To feel love

To feel that love

Loving, loving

To feel love

To feel that breath

The cuff, and the reaching hand

The extended finger up

To feel love

Where’s a

Where’s a, what’s?

To feel love

Liquored down from above

The shape and form

The color and tempo

Entangled

To feel love

What’s buried, what’s lost

Recovered and polished

Shining in precious cherry

To feel love

Was it what’s lost?

Was it what’s lost?

Was it what’s lost?

Was it what’s…

To feel love

To blow the dust

To clear the debris

Retrace the shape of

The loved ones lost

Extend the finger up

If you love

Was it what’s lost?

Was it what’s…

An empty seat next to mine

A longing, a deep sigh, a heat, an energy

Listen closely, a muted fizzing

A quiet, a quiet desperation

A space lit by a screen

Just a part, only the real

The real just, a new real

With its own pretending

The new real

Its own pretending

Its own pretending

A new real