this is for your about-to,
you can't wear your almost like validity.
tragedy is
big.
(not almost)
change is
big.
(not wavering)
victory is
glory.
(not gloriously
futile)
but i see you unfinished, your impact is a grand total of me, but i see you unconcrete, your lunge into corners, and i see you dual and in distance, the things we are, the things we want to be. we are discovering things that will not go down in history, we are discovering how to shoot eyesight into places we thought wouldn't be so home, we are discovering how to tunnel into others for nothing but to stand like tourist in front of museum doors. we are making things of inconsequence, like landmarks out of people, like questions on sundays, like things about each other.
i see you in almost, in transition, in a learning that greys and burns and blooms in alternation, in change, in autumn and spring, i see you while you are your own range, the paradigm, the shift, and the still.
may you stay.
you can't wear your almost like validity.
tragedy is
big.
(not almost)
change is
big.
(not wavering)
victory is
glory.
(not gloriously
futile)
but i see you unfinished, your impact is a grand total of me, but i see you unconcrete, your lunge into corners, and i see you dual and in distance, the things we are, the things we want to be. we are discovering things that will not go down in history, we are discovering how to shoot eyesight into places we thought wouldn't be so home, we are discovering how to tunnel into others for nothing but to stand like tourist in front of museum doors. we are making things of inconsequence, like landmarks out of people, like questions on sundays, like things about each other.
i see you in almost, in transition, in a learning that greys and burns and blooms in alternation, in change, in autumn and spring, i see you while you are your own range, the paradigm, the shift, and the still.
may you stay.
