I will not tell you the truth
that was told to me,

I will tell you
the truth that I find.


...

We must remember in new ways. 


We must discuss
what we cannot find words for.


We must invite
what is uncomfortable
to break bread
with our beliefs.

...


When the wind
comes in,
it will take back
the crust & the dust,

All the things
we have applied
to our faces
like masks
made of cake.

...

Watch
as the paint curls
from the walls we've built
around ourselves.

Remember
how we thought the walls
were something more
than imagining,

when they were always
just air.

Believe
in what remains.
Like a still, simple flame.

Right there, calm
in the middle of the wind.

...

I will let the wind do its work.

I will use my fingers as if they were the wind.

The wind's work is my work. 

The wind's work is our work.

...

So many times,
what we know

is in the way
of where we need to go.