Too big for golden dreams, too many golden hills,
stunning views at each new bend of the trail,
a field theory of vantage points
Too many long looks
too far above, beyond me, all so little now
Where are the little words to hold the big moments?
A little life: a forever mountain range sculpted by the glaciers and all those millions of years
in which Earth dreamed itself up,
I get as big as I can,
imagine as much, see as far an ocular nerve routed to a brain cell can manage
I can't do it, I can't cut it down to size
It's out there still, larger than life, the place and time I can only be
as anyone can,
and come up short: little me, Big World
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