Summer journal poetry

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

The sky darkens, part of me wishes...

the city's power supply would die,

so I can see the new moon sky

in all it's glorious darkness.

So I could see...

a single falling star.

So I could dance freely

in the sweet dark.

Breezes are carrying the scent

of late summer honeysuckle.

If cicadas are screaming,

the sun burning pink on eastern bricks

you know a rainbow exists

somewhere...

the breeze strong enough,

the rain brisk...

it must've stolen my refracted light.

Sweet eyes, a smile,

please don't forget,

I'll have a skeleton

when my youth is gone.

Could anyone know,

just how dark she is?

Behind that bright

sunshine exterior?

You'll find out.

A Flittering Flame