– brass –

I know bliss; can you hear my

trumpet blow? This is the

noise of splendor, acceptance, the sound of my

newfound joy. Now raise your

instruments, brothers and sisters; play all the

music with pride – what’s there to hide?

Speak our language with the sharpest, most unapologetic

reckoning of rhetoric, for we now get it.


We. know. bliss.

We. know. sight.

We play the notes and the chords of our freedom,

all through the eve, into the twilight.

We. know. bliss…

from. this. brass…

making up for the time lost…

blessed for the time we still have.



D.J. Whisenant


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