Why God has put
such swelling, longing
ideas in such a
small and frail man.
I almost
expect to
wake up in a palace
and a life that is suddenly
proportionate to my passions ----------- silk robes
the big things inside me
throwing themselves with all their might
against the walls of my heart.
To wake up in a palace
high ceilings and marble
big enough to fit my raw longings
my formless dreams
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