David Strange

God’s Paradelle to Man

I won’t always be here

I won’t always be here

but you should know that

but you should know that.

You should always be here

but know that I won’t.

I’ll give it all to you

I’ll give it all to you.

Perfection is yours

Perfection is yours.

All perfection is yours.

To you, I’ll give it.

You are not alone though

You are not alone though.

There will be others

There will be others.

Others will not be alone.

Are you there though?

Give it all to others.

I will always know that

perfection is not here,

you should be though.

There you are yours.

You won’t be alone

but I will.

It Will Be Back. Don’t Worry (A Paradelle)

All of us are brilliant

All of us are brilliant

in the heat of the summer

in the heat of the summer.

The heat of us, of the summer

are brilliant in all.

The unbearable air doesn’t forgive us

The unbearable air doesn’t forgive us

but through it comes more

but through it comes more.

The unbearable us doesn’t forgive

but more air comes through.

It forces the brilliance

It forces the brilliance

out of our uncomfortable bodies

out of our uncomfortable bodies.

Uncomfortable, it forces, of our bodies,

the brilliance out.

The brilliance of it, of us in summer,

comes through the brilliant

unbearable air. It doesn’t forgive us

but forces out all of the uncomfortable heat.

Our bodies are more.

David Strange lives in Indianapolis, IN where he teaches Special Education English and Social Studies. When not teaching and writing, he's playing bass guitar, watching soccer and Indy Car racing, and trying to go to as many indie wrestling shows as possible. You can find his previous work in FishHook, Anchorage Press, Driftwood Press, and WhimsicalPoet.