i'm changing my name to Soon.
so much of my existence has been trying
to deny that this word touches the center of survival.
the knowledge of Soon is a soft lake
that touches the edge of the world.
when i climb into it everything is true
and not true. the sun still sets in the west
even though the constellations have moved.
light is coming again
and it is coming tomorrow.
how many heartbeats are in a while?
children need to know exact measures of time to feel safe.
when we fight i feel the core of your brain
and see us both as small bundles of blood.
everything in the atmosphere stops
and one word can tilt
the axis of existence,
like we're in a dream.
to survive i need certain things -
only what i call myself
can carry me
to the work i need to do.
Soon is a spell. it tells me there is still a world to know.