You gild my haunted mind like Carnegie's ghost
A shining parenthesis for brass-poisoned dreaming.
I wish I could reach my rhizomes through time like you do--
or space, even!
I want to watch you do anything.
Fill a Passchendaele shell-hole with
your triumphant tears; heal it, like it's easy.
I want to watch you do _anything_
Stretch your equinox smile from atop Hyalite Peak
across all the townways and then right through me.
Reframe my failings, won't you?
(If that's what you think they are)
Or rewire my frowning night times, at least?
Spread me thin across your time, if you like;
but let me have some.
Find some worth, won't you?, in my fraying wires
my decaying lines of code,
my fear of success?
I have only my vagueness, and banks of bad metaphors
to measure against the tradewinds you blow across my minute bow.
You are such victory, such mighty reaching.
Don't fault me my anxiety.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
You gild my haunted mind like Carnegie's ghost
A shining parenthesis for brass-poisoned dreaming.
I wish I could reach my rhizomes through time like you do--
or space, even!
I want to watch you do anything.
Fill a Passchendaele shell-hole with
your triumphant tears; heal it, like it's easy.
I want to watch you do _anything_
Stretch your equinox smile from atop Hyalite Peak
across all the townways and then right through me.
Reframe my failings, won't you?
(If that's what you think they are)
Or rewire my frowning night times, at least?
Spread me thin across your time, if you like;
but let me have some.
Find some worth, won't you?, in my fraying wires
my decaying lines of code,
my fear of success?
I have only my vagueness, and banks of bad metaphors
to measure against the tradewinds you blow across my minute bow.
You are such victory, such mighty reaching.
Don't fault me my anxiety.
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