bigness

Bits and pieces

swirling in my head

bumping

crashing

blocks of black

and gray, with the occasional burst

of yellow,

sometimes white.

Breaths that won’t go in,

can’t come out.

Lines growing deeper,

time growing shorter.

The path feels less familiar,

no signs to guide me.

Bigness all around me,

all inside me.

Shall I Make more

to Be more

to Get more?

Churn and turn the black and gray

into brightness.

Gripping whitely,

gripping tightly.

Finding light.

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