You say I\'m off. That I\'ve changed, as if you know me. As if I was a present of presence and now I\'m off. Like a switch, right? Off. A whole lifetime of me boxed in a switch. That I\'m off. That I\'m sinking in a darkness that pours, and fills, and all it did and does is this: nothing. Because if I were to ask you to point a finger of where I stand in your proffered label and this box of darkness you won\'t know, and you won\'t care but you\'d tell me I\'m off. That I\'m one word. Right here, right now, I\'m that word and you\'re above it. Truth is you don\'t know me. You don\'t.
Maybe I\'m off. Then maybe I was on. Since you need me to be something. I must be inside of something to be; A rule of existence. Therefore I must be something. Maybe I\'m a kaleidoscope of on and off of colors that wreathe and wrings, and wrongs. And... (sighs)... wrongs. A lot. I\'m on and off of air that tears, and wears away when worn. I\'m all that and more. I\'m none of that and less. I\'m complicated but not and never in a good way. Maybe. And maybe I\'m off and you\'re beautiful because you don\'t know just as the sea is blue and beautiful simply because you are looking at it. I\'m off and I know for sure I don\'t wait.
Abu A\'ish MK Albani
2/1/2021
10:58