You wouldn’t call me impatient
If you knew how long I’ve had to tolerate
Unimaginative definitions adjacent
To that which you say about me.
Noone ever really gets it
Until their intensity meets your own.
See, the day you fit me into a word
Is the day your tears trickle, drench —
— Drown and put a pause on spacetime.
The day you fit me into a sentence
Is the day you witness my form
Instead of your own
Glaring back at you in the mirror.
The day you fit me into a book
Is the day I call you “God”
And if you think it’s getting complicated
Then I’d say that’s a good indication …
Because it means you’re starting to think.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Superphazed