Zeitgeist
For Codey
- Codey —
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- I find myself looking up to you,
- Though we’ve never met face-to-face.
- Not hero worship, not pity, just respect.
- But this isn’t about respect.
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- I didn’t know you all that well.
- I admit, I’m not very social.
- I regret that we didn’t speak more often.
- But this isn’t about regret.
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- This is about the people you touched
- In what appeared to be an aggressive campaign
- Against insecurity and doubt.
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- A wave of unrelenting optimism,
- Words of love, hope, and resistance
- Borne without pause across cultures and continents,
- Relentlessly gentle, stubbornly accommodating.
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- You built a world where the things
- That we hid from even ourselves
- Were held up and celebrated;
- Differences on display as things of beauty.
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- You built a collection of art and artists
- That showcased humanity, its glory and grotesquery,
- And broadcast that collection to the world.
- And here’s the amazing part:
- The world read, listened, looked.
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- So…why? Why reach out to us?
- Strangers, and in the strangest sense.
- Not for fame, we know;
- You insisted that it wasn’t about you.
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- I get the feeling that if I asked,
- You’d say something like
- “I just want everyone to feel like they belong,”
- Or, “It felt like the right thing to do.”
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- And that makes all the difference.
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- Thanks.