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my heart was too big for my body so I let it go

Anis Mojgani‘s ‘fiercely hopeful word arias’ are truly something to behold.

I have been listening to Closer for about a week now. Enjoy. And then some.

Closer

come closer.
come into this. come closer.
you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth. your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into this. true of heart come into this. you are true of heart. come closer. come closer. know that whatever God prays to He asked it to help Him make something of worth. He woke from His dreams scraped the soil form the spaces inside Himself made you and was happy. you make the Lord happy.
come into this.
come closer.

know that something softer than us but just as holy planted the pieces of Himself into our feet that we might one day find our way back to Him. you are almost home.
come closer come into this. there are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing come aching hearts come soldiers of joy doormen of truth come true of heart come into this.
my heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has thinned me to where I am just another cloud forgetting another flock of swans but believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces. place your hand beneath your head when you sleep tonight and you may find it there making beauty as we sleep as we dream as we turn over when I turn over in the ground may the ghosts that I have asked answers of do the turning kneading me into crumbs of light and into this thing love thing called life. come into it.

come you wooden museums
you gentle tigers
negro farces in two broken scenes
come rusting giants
I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. your hands are like my heart. some days all they do is tremble. I am like you. I am like you. I too at times am filled with so much fear. but like a hallway must find the strength to walk through it. walk through this with me. through this church, this church of bone, birthed of blood and muscle. this church of ours. there is a doorknob glowing like chance. clutch it. turn and pull. step through. chin up. back straight. eyes open bones in our throats hearts loud and bending. walk through this with me.

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Anis Mojgani is a two time National Poetry Slam Champion and winner of the International World Cup Poetry Slam. A National Book Award Nominee and former resident of the Oregon Literary Arts Writers-In-The-Schools program, Anis has performed at numerous universities, festivals, and venues around the globe. His work has appeared on HBO, NPR, and in the pages of such journals as Rattle, Bestiary, and The Legendary. A founding member of the touring Poetry Revival, Anis is also the author of two books, both published by Write Bloody Publishing: Over the Anvil We Stretch (2008) and The Feather Room (2011). He currently lives on the east side of Austin TX in a tiny house with his wife.