Self-Effacing

Self-Effacing

Cade Schafer, journalist

Swell up beneath me, you cloaked in age
in feigned sameness
Take my name away from my eyes
so that I may see you, oldest midnight;
sudden morning washing over me

Why when I am sad, do you become clearer
but feel further behind me
Why must your briefest meetings
overcome everything (gated) in me
that yearns to fling itself away from them
but find me, so often unprepared, in solitude

Stay near to me, if only utterly silent
Let me be your fullness, your confidant,
that intensity kept (self-contained)
when the sky shakes so violently

allow me to imitate those placid moments
when all else has fallen away (from the world)
You are shapeless, but I want to be your frame
till everything in me, means you