I am your penumbra,
A light on the edge of your darkness
As you radiate the next big thing.
Impenetrable importance,
Believing you are there to be got
But you are not.
Only I demarcate you,
A fringe land to reveal you,
A flash to your pan,
Precise without weight,
The intimation and the notion
Cast off from you.
A vapor of your ruminated breath,
Like memory and tentative whispers
Of your importance.
The exhaust of genius,
Vented and alone,
Witness and penitent.
Your principal derivative,
Containing your value
So you don’t bleed out.
St. Albert, 2024