Abundant Unheard.【POETRY】
Abundant Unheard. As I walk small, walk little, I ask you analyze Your unnecessary Godhood. Your paint is thicker than mine, Your voice louder than mine; I see it before your eyes, yet you Don’t. When last I checked you Checked my last act As a needle through stone, through Trying, angry stone. Stone bigger than than the Atmosphere; Suffocating. But my needle is dull. Dulled from every day of stone. Invisible to you, because Gods don’t recognize Ants. I beg you “Please” as your awareness wavers. An Ant to a God without need. If only the Ant were a God too... I crawl all over your analysis, Begging you to see it, to feel it. To lift it and hold it before your eyes, this Analysis of yours. “Please make me a God.” you Don’t. you Don’t even notice.