A photo of a trillion galaxies
Caught on film
Made
By Human hands
And
Yet here we stand
Mere grains of sand
Smaller still
Breathing,
Living,
Making meaning
In dystopian
Society.
Our worth
Unfolding
Through our causes
Agency in identity
Boundless sexuality
Anything that is
Expression
In its most raw
shape.
I reach for you
A pearl
To my humanity
Hoping
To create infinite
Irreplaceable
Significance
In this place
that only values
Spectatorship
Cheap thrills
Importance
In the moment.
With time
the luster dulls
The sheen
Breaking away
Leaving only
Its worn genuine form
No longer smooth
With ridges
Separating
Face
From
What’s underneath
Its vitality
needing a second glance
But
I continue on
With or without
The spotlight.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 