Prodigious

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

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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