Thinking of You

  It breaks my heart, a witness to what You do. 

  What I see in Your inklings and notions— the sheer magnitude of process, the energetic drive to touch more, more thoroughly, the motion of thought and colour and sound in You and through You, the tender and the terrible, the terrific and the tragic, all the world expanded to include and contracted to exact, dreams and philosophy and politics and sex and horror and joy and wonder and befuddlement, a cascade of  empathy and sympathy always at he brink, a genius that cannot be duplicated, a boy that cannot be consoled, a man that cannot be yet is, a mind ever stretching and feeling it's way, sensitivity and sensuality, the marking You leave, remarkable— so much that I cannot describe for my own clumsy ways, some day it will be known, and received by those who can appreciate, respond in kind, inspire and uplift. 
  
  You are greatness, unacknowledged, undiscovered but for the likes of me. Someday that must change.