the rest of the world
can't see it
in you.
I do. And I ignite
up the light and carry it
across waters and
across maps on which
I am standing. I am
standing on the map
for another temporary
time but I actually
am not some fancy
moment of wish, some
thought only half articulated;
I spoke in full conversations
and melting the fortifications,
I tasted what it is to be that word
that we are all seeking.
I am sticking
and shuffling;
I am more than the
passing and fading
light upon the water.
I am the lighthouse
a moment;
the lighthouse from which there
emminates a droning drowning
sound that keeps the world from sleep
and from passing without notice.
The beacon brings
us back to our preferred
reality.
I present you all that
belongs to you. That which
Is you.
Only exaggerating parts of
you; you are it all.
And without the allusion
of material,
I am you.
The leaves begin to
shift to shades
of yellow.
Minds yet are determined
to keep their pace.
