Only Our Whole World Depends

I speak, I eat, I go to bed

To live with all that I have said

Dreams connect the scattered mess

In the age of the digest

 

I squander time like sand in glass

Sifting out the slow from fast

Ambition wipes a drop of sweat

That aimlessness would have kept

 

To cool my heated temple walls

And keep me cozy all-in-all

Away from sparks inside my brain

That leap against the mainframe

 

That yearn to bring me to my knees

And others to apostasy

I seek to know what's but a hunch

Have faith for breakfast, truth for lunch

 

To fill my soul with these victuals

Spitting out the bones of riddles

Basking in delight of wonder

Ocean of thought, pull me under

 

What has no limits but our time

And willingness to upwards climb

The patience to think through the end

Only our whole world depends

Perfection 10/10

How I would miss you so

if you weren’t as omnipresent

in my life

my anchor, my mooring

my sweet stability.

May I not take you for granted-

your efforts, your love, your fighting

on my behalf

Or forget how even as my better half

You may need me

from time to time

Or even more than that, perhaps-

I am not a perfect product

and can hope only to progress

to a better version of myself,

more complete, more whole

more capable of giving you

every last iota of love

you deserve.

In the meantime:

life goes on,

we get older

navigate the mundane

and the Chicago river waters

on boats of wonder

and of necessity.

This life we have chosen to share

together

what does it all mean?

Sometimes, I don’t care anymore

because I have the honor of

sharing the same sofa as you

feeling your warmth

the vapors of your breath

Resting in your assurance,

Your grace

that allows me to

forget how valuable you are

as you return to your

fundamental nature

of having at the same time

absolute conviction

and supreme, unknowing

humility

turning away from yourself-

seeing crystal clear

the problems of the world

and not over-indulging

in your own importance.

And yet,

how could anyone,

how could I, give you

as little thought

as you give yourself?