A thorough fascination with the abstract
Leaves me yearning for the tangible,
Something more than just a lens flare.
I long to hold a sunset but I know
That the enormity of what that entails
Could crush me with its meaning.
I grasp at whispers of a daydream
That call my name in canon
As if my throat could summon forth
The words I’d need to speak the
Essence of those fragile lies.
If all I’d ever truly known to be
Were these beautiful neutrinos
These tiny, fleeting particles of
An aesthetic that I can’t describe
Then I would tirelessly search for
Meaning in those next-to-nothings
For those next-to-nothings would be
The only nothings that I knew truly.