when the world goes dark
and the grief emerges
washes over your being
pushing over your mind
...
sometimes i see the subtle imprints of them in on my canvas
an ear, a fingerprint, maybe a profile
i have always been an awful painter.
i could never make enough colors to fill in what i saw
...
Your insults slide off me
like water off a tower
thats me
the tall, strong tower
...
All things I've learned
can only be measured
by all the things i haven't
grounded and ingrained
...