"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching,
to shape warmth from wire.
To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften.
To burn the mould, to kneel in ash, to rise listening.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
.
© Now, Frederick Kesner
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching,
to shape warmth from wire.
To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften.
To burn the mould, to kneel in ash, to rise listening.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
.
© Now, Frederick Kesner
