small stone: in your presence (orange jumpsuits)

I am belittled, beguiled and
beatified.
Made to genuflect in the presence of
a magnificent
waste
the systems latest disgrace that
traps beautiful minds and
calls to arms
potential
to lay buried beneath
painted scars and
armoured guards.

and i cannot look directly
into your truth.
My heart roars a call that leaves me
terrified in
the recognition of self in such a
presumably distant other

and i know we are different
but this knowledge does nothing
to dissuade my wish that we were
destined.