Justification
I could weep footprint after footprint, scarring
teardrops down the earth’s brown flesh
in a line of intricately obsolete evidence
-I was here-
I could wander cloaked in the grey hue of anonymity
a wraith in the corner of the blind man’s eye
Trail myself through Fibonacci roads and the wrinkle on
a newborn brow. I could filter through the
cupped fingers that the expectant child is
blushing protectively over taut mother skin.
I could stand at the top of the world,
fists raised to the galaxies unfurled before me,
and deliver the roar of my defiance to the soil
my sole traveled from head to toe.
-I’ve left my mark-
And my proclamation would lose itself on the wind
and my days would be obliterated with the gentle
rebuke of the ceaseless snowfall.
and I would stand to the end of my days and
never once have conquered the flicker of resolution
For which I poured myself dry.
So I’ll cup your embrace into mine
gather your shimmering essence to myself.
I’ll gaze into the eternities you embody
and dance with the mist of unconditional grace
your eyes exalt in.
I’ll braid my praise into your dreams
and your hopes in every security
I can hold for you, like an oak that longs for
you to sob into its solid consolation.
I’ll take the inspiration you bleed from every pore
and bathe myself til I run red with you.
I’ll entwine your beauty with my very being
and wheel with you through time like the stars.
you justify my existence.
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