Don’t believe it until you see it, and yet
You won’t believe it if you disagree with it, I bet.
Even the whole video depends on who sees it.
The world does not belong to what or why, but who.
It hinges on the lover, the judge—it doesn’t matter, really, what you do.
If I know exactly who you are,
The shadow will cover up, or not cover up, my star.
My poem is not for that creep over there.
If the Royal committee rejects my revolution, I don’t care.
I fall in love with you, unthinking.
Only me beside you keeps the whole thing from sinking.
What was done? Why was it done? What matters is who.
It’s not the circumstance, or even the love. It’s you.