For the writer's

sake, I'm going to keep spinning colors,
and words, and fragments of Forever, together.
And try as you might, you'll never catch me there.

I'll put together skies you can't see
with wings your shirts weren't made for.

To encompass all you understand,
to further the little you know;
with all you should have found out.

I'll rewrite all those old lines you've picked up
and make worlds of paper and pen.

To dance, and smile, and heal;
til the lights flicker onto the face
of stable rooftops, blankets, and tangled

tangoes?
| {3:58 PM}