WE WILL BE SOMEONE w/Gaby Montiel

We talk about you under the tall towers of your skepticism 
In that shadow that you cast
We gather and bathe in the eye you turn blind

It’s cool and soft in your ignorance 
Peaceful, even, if we allow ourselves to 
Acknowledge it

We are always speaking

Wrapped around our tongues
Spilling out and dancing with each other
Words cascade over our heads and drip 
Delicately into the fires we nurture

That is how we stay so warm down here

Rarely do I catch us looking up
There is nothing for us there

Up there, there is only those bleeding eyes
So convinced everyone sees the same
They assume even their assailant
Gazed upon them through a view of red

It is lonely 

It is never acknowledged
For if we believe it
It will shape into something worse

Something worse than the dying fires
Something worse than the cold
Something worse than the bleeding eyes

Something more than death
Beyond the ceasing of existence
But more like the absence of its memory

We are seen as nothing
Our ideas become nothing
We are nothing

So we don’t acknowledge it
So we keep building our fires
So we keep speaking

So we let our words sharpen to thorns
Planting a ladder into the moist soil
And we wait for it to grow

Those, up there
They will see our creation one day
They will see it through their bleeding eyes

One day
We will not only climb that tower 
But destroy it, peeling away the stone 

Until our fingernails are coated in crimson
And we stand on ruins of jagged rock 
Once carved from your words just short of hatred

We will wrap your injured sight with the honey
That grows from our lips
And we will be someone

We are lonely

We are progress and we lay the bricks
For the road that follows that large clock
Hanging above our heads like a dinner bell

Death will feast on us all
You before us
But we will not let those behind
Fall beneath new towers

We are lonely

We are young
We will be someone ​∎