It was never a blast
Expecting the detonation of my truths
Under so many unconscious sweepers
Hoping somehow
Someday
One would refuse to defuse
These perceived tragedies
Become pyrotechnician
With the vision
To turn my world upside-down
To see these bombshells
As distant fireworks
Set off
Above our tango unended
The heart of the dance
The beat of
Their wholly knowable percussion
