The night is full of amplitude,
It’s tall and deep and wide —
I know you’ve got a yearning heart,
But you’ve been classified
As something other than you are.
There’s some don’t understand:
With feelings so prodigious,
You’re more like sky than land —
There is no map of who you are.
You’re always shifting, changing,
And people cannot see it all,
For you are too
Far-ranging
To share is human:
