i wrote a poem for you
aquatic eyes ripple
grazed by the breeze
tantalized with textures of beautiful sunlight
but bearing distrust of illumination’s reach
and ignorance
[or denial?—
of what then lies beneath.
beyond.
past the last drop of ray
the last whisper of this existence
past the waves of time and space
of supposed certainty and this content facade of klarheit
skepticism bars your way, but belief builds a staircase to the other side
disown your complacency, friend.
discard the stagnancy.
dislodge your battle-wounded heart
and let light seep into your scar-tissue shields
dissolve the pretense of protection
and let warm blood course over your hands
drip-drop it onto your body and read the tea leaves where it lands
you are not afraid of feeling
so take your reflections and let them lead you
past the last drop of ray
the last whisper of known quantity
past the riddled distrust and on to your deepest forgotten knowing
disown your complacency.
for the task lies clearly
right before you and has for the past ten years:
your reflection, your tool
your perception, your key
your depth, your gift
our potential, the truth
that woman gifted you a beautiful truth.
you don’t realize how deep you run
we none of us realize how deep we run