Boy

he's work 
i've been fascinated by the contradiction of our comprehension 
of our english language
he's a work of art, to clarify, representative of my devotion to the development of love
nevertheless the nuisance of vision, blinding with beauty and affection 
reprimanding me to adjust 
for the better
he's a gem, the kind one dwells on 
deconstruction, excavation, 
my reality now with a new alteration
he's fire, obligated to uphold his duty of
transformation, disintegration of woe
responsible for the blossom of warmth
it's revolutionary, really
for a soul like that to coexist with us 
and i have not forgotten my feud with time, 
have not forgotten that our moments are limited
but i will accept that he was here
because he's different, a glitch in the game we're oblivious of playing 
he's it
the miracle