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.