I’ll take worthy and beautiful,
even if the outside insists I consume the fad.
Shadow’s composition singing,
elevating its gloom to anthem.
Time spent nourishing my spirit,
even if it frustrates their feeling.
I know,
my desire for meaning leaves them solo,
as I abandon my seat at the table.
I want the uncovering of beauty’s rule,
consistent throughout each day,
that my whole life be tinted with poetry,
and I accept,
It’s not to be retrieved from the shallows.
Spaces must be dedicated,
my body nourished,
able to deliver,
what has arisen from shadow into light,
the fusing of shades.
They’ll resent that I´ve gone off receiving,
instead of echoing back a version,
but I claimed solemnity back and,
now rejoice in the seriousness of discernment.
No more culture jokes to mask our tragedy,
no more brush off,
delusional honor.
I want value in certainty’s crisp fire,
his mastery of ages,
not the produced imitation.
as there is no analogue to passion.
Get my space cleared of what’s been pretending,
ripped off, perverted, overplayed,
and then show me the true shine of sacrifice
of will aligned,
that I may be in its grip at all times,
an apostle who never looks back.
And even in my sleep I work,
bringing back the raw to patch my holes,
as I mend, I believe,
that when I wake with desire afresh
energy has restored to its prime
even as I age
earthly,
verifiable human.
April 5, 2026
