Subtitle: what it takes to keep becoming something whatever the something becoming is meant to be.
Something quite large it excited me finally
I would see what could come at the end of a brush stretched further than it’s been from the end of my arm yet
yet.
what color what shape what purpose they propose
I left tightened the threaded anticipation brought together in a tangled knot.
Not what was hoped for.
Not the least of which, by me.
They wanted grand. They wanted softening.
They wanted something to wow their guests since as it were
their personal feats had long diminished and were now rocking there, in the porch chair made for two.
My soul came crashing in surprising me with its insistence.
No.
Typing fingers turned down the idea they possessed
in favor of a souls truest awakening.