Big
I bare my chest to the sun and am granted no other light by truth
a square block in a spherical world
my eyes cut off the picture cause I don't fit in the frame
but up here in the beanstalk I've been crying mighty tears
bearing burdens on broad shoulders
sinking
laying heavy feet on an aching planet
they aren't ready for me
they don't want me
they don't see me
up here with the dead
up here with the memories
circling and haunting like bats at midnight
ducking and weaving
my movement shakes ripples into mountains
the clouds part at my lumbered breathing
June 15, 2008