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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

And Now For Something Completely Different

"To Scale"

My littleness is not one-sided.
It pervades my every dimension, it colours my movement, it informs my mannerisms.
I live a little life.
But the slow pull of melancholia is double the gravity,
And the hole in my stomach echoes more times than a can in a canyon.
My raging pulse is an mad drum reaching a wild crescendo and that damn trickling fear
just sits in wait like an icicle
over my fragile spine.

It makes me wonder... Are my feelings immense?
Or do they only overwhelm me because I am... small.
Am I the only one?

I have compared myself to a moody ocean.
Sinking ships in the bay,
I beckon with the lulls and dips between waves,
Before the storm hits, and the sky admits--
it's just for show.
Pathetic fallacy calls for stormy skies, despair prefers straight pain.
My friends, you take your thunder-- I'll bring the hurricane.

Other times, I have cited a star--
A cosmic release, a bug in a jar.
Up and away from these notions
The motion of the ocean, and the commotion of
emotional turmoil.
There is a fire, making it's home in my bones, burning the marrow till tomorrow,
running on midnight oil.
You're too distant to see how it burns in me,
and the colours bleed;
There's a disconnect in my constellation.

My littleness is not one-sided.
But neither is my greatness.

1 comment:

  1. I remember vivid splashes of late-night truth,
    Beautiful like a sudden moth from the darkness,
    Beating at your face,
    Startling you.

    For the first time in nearly 10 years, I'm thinking seriously about writing poetry again.
    Take that as a compliment of the highest order I can marshal.

    -Charmingly bearded admirer