The Graphics of Purity

I would rather be a poor man and see. I would rather the world open up to me, parting oceans, dawns over continents, dolphins off the bows of ancient fleets. From space the planet painting silence across my face, in awe, small, and floating weightless breathe.

It is not such a difficult thing to imagine. Out the door and into the graphics of purity like a newborn into the lights of a hospital room. There it is, standing still and yet spinning at one thousand miles an hour, carrying you cradled, its bruises and scars invisible from so high. And in that moment you are not such a difficult thing to imagine.

I would rather be a poor man and see than a rich man come by villainy. I would rather float and see you whole than only the shell of some diamond turtle, escape being far too easy. For it is not you that you’ve become, only a weight pinned to the ground, like a statue of what wasn’t should be.

It is not such a difficult thing to imagine, nor for a poor man to see.

--Haven't Found the Author yet, but I think it's by "Explosions in the Sky". I enjoyed it, thought I would share it with you all