Dreaming through class, presently important,
you feel dizzy as if you stood up too fast,
looking ahead, you see the incredible uphill,
and each battled-over step leaves you weaker,
yet in reflection, every move feeds your hunger,
I encourage you, struggle for the equilibrium,
at which your final wind shall blow open new breath.
20 years of synaptic fires,
has led to so much cross talk,
nearly joining 'hello' and 'goodbye',
like waking up to a roommate's alarm,
rather than your own.
It would lead one to want amnesia,
and being an amnesiac, ask those around
what has gone on all these years,
to realign thoughts, to straighten up the spine,
to shiver at the tragic remembrances.
Truly, to re-member the body,
to feel those scars, won or weathered,
afresh like the day you probably earned them,
and collectively, your peers serve to triangulate,
on your location, but what if you are not on site?
Imagining life as a giant,
I find the hardest part,
to be eating enough,
burning calories chasing,
small morsels around,
only to find your strength,
thinning like melting ice.
Next time,
I will be,
cautious,
to stay,
my mouth,
from feeding,
before I,
heed the food,
pyramid.
I want the impossible in big-block letters,
to be the size and strength of an ant,
free of pride and subject to the elements...
This curious food that would make me journey,
is taken from the root of humility,
so the taker is caught up in its pursuit.
Like a slang pipeline which spirals out of view,
only while you look away,
does it swing far into the purpose.
Just like you imagined,
a soundtrack,
needs its visual part.
