Crown Shyness
A poem
Published in
Dec 6, 2023
Sharp stars are somewhere behind gray clouds
They maintain a perfect distance from each other
So we can pretend to see them even when blind
Those closer things retract from us
Always swaying in a breeze and still
Avoiding everything, anything
The minuscule components added to water
Escape instantly to the exact position of
Equal distance from themselves
Our sleek, white steel towers
Seek the ultimate, final form
Filled with insulation, baffling, the fabric seeing
Other windows peering out at our windows
I fight shy of all your infinite borders
I will never converge with any of the selves
You do not touch me
You can’t touch me
You have never touched me
