Pour the water on my head, make compasses your hands
I'll move and shake until I break, until my legs can't stand
And on the floor beneath the jar I'll see what made the stream
The letters written on the base for sleeper's eyes to dream
These words I've heard so many times make patterns in my mind
And rearrange the borders of the cities that don't shine
The sun is hid, the moon is down, there's nothing but the dark
And so I guess I'll find a way to build myself an ark
I've never been an architect but I know one who is
And as I lift my voice to speak I breathe the winter's wind
This ice that freezes on my head reminds me I can melt
The heat that's stored within my flesh set fire when I knelt

I wanted to simply
Know all of something

I knew I could not
Except in something small

I found the answer
Realized my desire

I learned all about nothing

...

Is that possible?
Does that make it something?

Searched for my virtue.
Wandered, found my vice instead.
Been there ever since.

Your pain is something you wear
Strapped
Pinned
Stapled
Nailed
To your chest

You can't hide it
There's no use
Why would you try to tuck away something so
Gratuitous
Toxic
******
And
Beautiful?

It's too big to hide under your bed
Too shiny to hide in your dark corners
Too smart for you to try to convince it that it doesn't existence

So you're stuck with it
And since you're stuck with it
You wear it
Wear it like the Badge of Courage it is
Like the Medal of Honor you earned
Like the Nobel Peace Prize you worked so hard Just to say
That you finally made it