today i am ten feet tall.
i walk around looking down.
tomorrow again i will be small.
and my voice will make no sound.
today i walk around aloof .
the world is my full moon.
i climb the peaks a howling wolf,
the screams make a soothing tune.
today has choosen me,
and not the other way around.
tomorrow i will be small again,
my voice will make no sound.
Friday, December 9
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