Mothers on stilts above an energetic boil compressing the stream to break the universe as wholly as I can manage to fathom the distance to mind the gap that is, by clarity, widening
I should’ve tried harder to capture the essence of you but the few notes I knew couldn’t contain your ambition
Only you do I allow myself to wonder under everything, knee-to-chin
My song, though, is ever-growing as you were absently reminding where to reach ever further, still