fleet wadi
Everything
all
at once
Eyes watching from
that is the never ending
Time told from
The sky
in front of you
Stands clocks
ticking at your mind
Eyes in keyholes
Of the countless rooms
You are bound to
The you
Adjusting
Adapting
To what those eyes might perceive
The humble side project
Of a director
Used
to be a
Display for change
Handles
Twisted to that of mouths
Mimicking
That of the spiraling
That is your body
Your mind warping
Everywhere at once
You need to be
You
don’t have to be It all
My soft tone rains down
The calm before the storm
Except that storm Is that
Of thoughts and madness
Thundering in spring
My winter
Carved
crafted for you
A warm winter
Filled with mistletoes
Above your mind
I bare no regrets
The you
Already adapted
Tethered and worn
I hold
Gently
Like water filling a bottle
A bottle made of bubbles
Useless thoughts
Aren’t ‘useless’
They’re your own
Change is inevitable
But
You
You are already perfect
Perfect cracks in a sculpture
Perfect paint mixed into contrasting colors
Changing
But not
perfecting
for the audience
Of the museum
Changing for the stars
You
The wavings of the ocean
Ever changing tides
As a whole
You are perfect