Sing My Soul

Navaris Darson 

Sing me not of silly trifles
nor foolish, vulgar songs

Sing me not stolen words,
rearranged and barren

Spare me the superfluous,
glossy glitter-song,

All flaring sparkle
incapable of impression

I need not such for so
is this ridiculous world

The ruse, now seen,
crushes completely

And the world moves me
naught as once before

One of us void of reason,
the other of delusions

Both missing the vague
generality of something

Perhaps it’s feeling,
we lack—

The world and I,
equally guilty and afflicted

If truly song-inspired,
then sing me removed

Born of this world
but apart in your being

Strike this world as a fresh chord
never before stricken

And with a sound all your own
Shock universes into vibration

And if so moved,
reach beneath my pores

Sing me deeply
and sing me you sincerely

Surpass my flesh,
seize my spine, and chill me

Sing my soul