Miss You

I'm rewriting my life every second that I breathe

It's normal for me to do otherwise

It's not normal to go out of my mind, so I don't

(Miss you)

Pleasing breaks the speed of light

I'm rewriting my life so you could get a slice of it

so, I could get a measured temperament

for a bit

give me a second, got another pen, want to join me, did you lose your telephone? Somewhere in this is a paradox, and you'll never be left alone

for a while

Maybe in the special moments like these, there is something to breathe for

Seconds tick, lovers pick sides, the sick get better, nature takes a stride, the golden ball rests so well on the inside, untouched and waiting for the great weaver of tales

Maybe I'll rewrite the destroyers right out of my life, and this object of cruelty will deride all equations, will bleed the suffering of the nations like a leech in their shadow, kiss the stranger on the cheek to weather the enemy, the serpent leaving my veins as quickly as it came, tease the formation, whisper your name sweetly in my sleep after the clouds breaking through, hold and love the paradox of you

So that I can feel the resounding steps of a giant

The Poet's Book