I will never quit looking, though my eyes become like
clear glass marbles, or even if sight goes the way of
old bulbs, and is no longer incandescent, or warm with
I will still see, and cause myself to be seen, though
colors fade from the fabric of love, or even if destiny’s
sun decides the sky is just to hectic a place to arc its
I will be, and always be, though the hands of the world
can no longer lift to find me, though the body of its entire
population ignores me, though what was solid becomes
transparent like ghosts and confounds me.
I will be the me I have always been, though the struggles
conspire and conflate into armies or single entities seeking
to erase all trace of the steps I have taken – the dance I
have danced, or the love I was made from.
I will taste every morsel, every crumb, though food
becomes as scarce as platinum, or as remote and distant
as helium, describing their textures and every pleasure I
have had in partaking of them.
I will take my time with life, and chew upon it, though
its meaning is no longer thought to be what it once
was, or is no longer celebrated by diners seated at its
I will hear from the valley sound, and the city wail, and
I will form from that a dictionary of language, though it
may produce a poverty of poetry, or describe a paucity
of beautiful ideals.
I will listen to you on behalf of everyone, though song
be gone from your voice, and I will attempt to remind
you, or teach you to remember some once upon a
I will never give up, though I fail. I will never fall down,
though you push me. I will never cease my amazement
though you do, I will never stop, even if reality insist it
is wiser too.