For Your Reconsideration;

For Your Reconsideration;


You sir,
are a mythical man.


I can only rely on the things of lore to guide me.
I can only trust the things I believe to be;
things I half imagine to fill the variable x's with.


I am crippled at the base summit-
not knowing why I have such hesitation.
I am at ease with such peaked ranges
but such velocity and cliff warnings
and the guide trails that are faded
hint a fear inside me I cannot grasp.


I have no reason for this
no fact or facet
to prove such fiction
but I'm in it
and wondering if it indeed
is much tamer than the truth.


I'm beating around you-
you on fire,
and sprinkling water at your edges
maybe taking a dart in for a quick wisp
to catch a whisper of your truth.


I want to stand beside
you sir.


I want to have you know
I fight the good fight like no other
and wield a weapon mightier
than any blade
cause' it is a cause of compassion
that complies wrong's defeat.


If I had the courage to slice it off, I would sir.
To grow fatty in places you wished, I would sir.
If I could leave the flesh and just be incarnate, I would sir.
And if your boy would still take me, I would sir.


I cannot change the vessel,
and I will not change the contents.
I am not misshapen
and I am not empty.
I am beholden beautiful by he you bore.


You sir,
you don't even know who you are sir.
You do not know the instance you stir.
The respect you command
the action you halt
the winds you cease
and the boy you bore bind.


I ask sir,
please recognize
please consider
please console
please deliver
please release
please include
please just please for me
because I cannot bind my heart
and I cannot will it shut
when it parts an uncontrollable smile to my lips
when my eyes meet his eyes
and his words cajole such laughs from my sides.
Please sir, please
please reconsider.


-Matthew Koutzun