salience
February 25, 2004
Constrained. Forced.
Another day, a new list.
Move to the sound.
Stop with the silence.
Watch your dreams, just out of reach.
Your reflection, your potential.
It's all so clear on the other side of the glass.
It makes so much sense.
Suddenly you can't even remember how you got here.
Here instead of there.
It's only by two degrees.
But you're off center.
Look past yourself in the glass.
Align. Move one foot.
And then the other until you fit.
Fit into the space you are creating.
Expel, blink and resolve.
Push, walk and be absorbed.
Listen to the glass shattering.
Behind you, in the sunlight.
Triumphant resilience.
Of the imaginary realized.
Another day, a new list.
Move to the sound.
Stop with the silence.
Watch your dreams, just out of reach.
Your reflection, your potential.
It's all so clear on the other side of the glass.
It makes so much sense.
Suddenly you can't even remember how you got here.
Here instead of there.
It's only by two degrees.
But you're off center.
Look past yourself in the glass.
Align. Move one foot.
And then the other until you fit.
Fit into the space you are creating.
Expel, blink and resolve.
Push, walk and be absorbed.
Listen to the glass shattering.
Behind you, in the sunlight.
Triumphant resilience.
Of the imaginary realized.
lasaliente, 18:01
