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kai coggin (con’t). made it appear that we were both glowing. I took her hand and we went to each of the kids holding the posters, each frozen in their places after her collapse, “Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified And then I see the look in your eyes Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart” They dropped their signs as I embraced them, “sex, alcohol, weed, cocaine, ecstasy, lying, skipping class, stealing, pregnancy, dropping out” like falling leaves on the stage floor, their characters rushing to my arms like I was offering some blanket of forgiveness, and maybe I was. I walked off the stage like I was floating, they all followed like disciples, the audience was a roaring hallelujah, and this was not supposed to be a religious poem, but God damnit, I believed in something that day, maybe it was because those kids believed that I should be Jesus that something Divine took me over, maybe I am reimagining this moment more glorious than it really was, and it was just a skit, and that was that, end of story, or maybe it was my very own inner Light telling me that this was not the only time in my life that I was to be crucified, and that those sins would all hold my name in their hungry mouths. I don’t know… but I did meet my first girlfriend at that youth conference, and to this day, every time I hear Total Eclipse of the Heart, or I think of eclipses, I remember a day when I was both broken and Holy, when I was a mess and a Messiah. “Turn around bright eyes…”

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