The Silhouette of a Shiny Man

Disappointment left little to the imagination,
little up here,

because there was nothing to contend with,
nothing to stand up for,

nothing to start a fight over,

because fights were futile when we knew what we had done,
and we did,

maybe not for them,

but for them

and I would always remember it as the happiest time of my life,
the time I was most progressive,

I would remember it without disenchantment,

because I knew what it would become,

something bigger than any of this,
and certainly bigger than any of us