West undresses,
Drunk on colors no one else will wear,
Passing them off to trees
Who stand like old men in a line,
Scratching their heads at the youth\'s odd fashion.
You watch the split:
One world scales heaven,
The other, a leaden anchor,
Sinks without a ripple.
Between them, you\'re the child
Neither parent claims at the playground—
Left with a voice too faint
For the house hushed by secrets,
Nor devout enough
To hymn with star-bound choirs.
Your life\'s a tangled skein
Threads you can\'t tease apart.
One moment, a rock in your shoe,
The next, a spark trying to catch,
A shy flame whispering up into night.
Each breath—a pendulum
Swings from stone to star in your chest.