Find me a spark

i gotta keep moving
because the world’s in motion
us frenzied little things
we have to keep moving

immortal and interred
in my tomb of glass
paper fragile wings will never move again
pinned to boards to keep them safe
but i have to keep moving
as impossible as that seems

everyone’s holding hands in the garden
but without a spark, it means nothing
i wish i knew why

only Judas could sympathize
with the way words are never plain
my apologies collect,
uselessly
in a swear jar, with the flies.
honey and vinegar, i bait the trap
and always catch what i’d never expect

without a spark, it means nothing
it’s all of nothing without that last
final touch,
an electric pulse
that sense of something beneath it all.
i’m gonna find it
in the water, cool and refreshing
in the dark, strangely revealing
i’ll find a frequency of purpose
concealed in a spark.