The canvas cannot capture me.
I'll rise before the painting dries.

No photograph snaps fast enough
to picture me beyond
a blur.

My life shall not be
paused like film:
constrained,
one image

stilled in frame,

too
closely
cropped

and stopped midway

between the person
I once was
and everything
I must become.

This also goes for verse or prose:
all epics are inadequate.
Biography's just summary,
abbreviated history,
superficial, incomplete.

What does come close to showing me?
Unfinished art, a symphony
whose restless music never ends
but scales outside the printed score.

Refuse to be diminished, friends!
No one was small! We're so much more!