big littles.

i went

so blindly into something 

that wasn’t real

yet felt

so very beautiful

even magical

at times

i guess

there is no reverence

in that

just broken hearts

tentative bodies

shattered dreams

restarts

ripped of soul 

new beginnings

joyful journeys

as big men go about 

creating economies

playing big men

playing little men

playing big

and i bet

they don’t 

even stop 

to drop in to

nor breathe our

exquisite moons…

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