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It is time,
Now,
This very second,
Change...
A cry of roots and shoots
Bursting from the start
Of their respective spheres,
Both reaching
To the end;
Blue sky,
Brown earth.

How sad I am,
How bent my back
From walking under
The weight of my insecurities
And my ignorance,
All so I could fit
In that low door to
Normal,
With just the right amount of shame
To feel comfortable
And carry conversation.

But I am a pillar,
A god of action and appreciation,
A walking note of music,
The measure of all things,
...My favorite thing.

A graduated beast
With a diploma of love.

It's time
To crawl out of the pool of
Self pity,
Stretch
And reach.