living on the seam of history

experiencing the sunrise

through the lens of a daydream

not missing the perfect perfection

and the impossibility of it all

in light of discovery and nature

asking my questions

and only truly wanting your answers

because no one else knows my heart

you know the beats

and you've counted each one i've missed

so, i look to you in this watershed moment

for every unasked thought

this wrapped up in the missed beats

and in the ones that come to quickly

my ears can't hear its thrumming

but my whole body resonates with its groaning

because this space is getting small

and i don't know how much longer

or how much more my body can take

before i burst under the weight

of this moment

of this season

of this ache that is not yet defined

crying out in muffled pleas

for a glimpse

for something concrete

even for a second to lift this fog