Friday, November 13, 2015

BIG. So what?

So small my life and you universe so big
Yet I hold you full in my small thought
So petty my strife and you world beyond measure
Yet I win - lose world in every petty fight
So young my stay and you cosmos grand old
Yet I ask and poke every new tick, new wink
So limited my senses and you so infinite
Yet I sense the boundless bounds
So trivial my writing and heaven your truth
Yet what the hell, bliss flows from my pen

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