There was a blinding illumination
On the horizon
A brilliant being
Now ascended from our sight
Yet now most widely seen --
Trascendent, as always.
Angry, hungry Heath
Who chewed his inner quarrel
Like his rice & peas an' sorrel
So naked but invisible
And strongest when weak.
Such nuance and sporadic insouciance, no labels fit
No "sexier Matt Damon, deeper Jude Law, warmer..."
No Hollywood hunk, heart-throb, cliché, cliché, cliché
He was I must live my life today, today, today!
To transcend tomorrow...
So again, I am moved by him
Inspired to be my own gift
To move the world
With a whisper
Of gargantuan talent.
We can hold a death grip on the talent of
Ed Norton or Jake Gyllenhaal, or Matt, or Tobey, or ...
Or we can let loose our own talent
Into the world
Today, today, today -- as Heath did --
Had he procrastinated
That ancient soul yet ahead of its time
He might entirely have died.
But he hasn't.