How tall must I be

To know what I see

Within the abyss

A thing is amiss

How small acres bend

Til they meet their end

Inside his cocoon

A starving baboon

How tall must I be

Despite being free

To fall on my hand

Or flesh better planned

How smaller are hearts

We cut into parts

Over empty lust

It hurts into dust

How tall must I be

To swim in the sea

Where dead are the weak

Too vile to speak

How small minds alight

I fear them at night

They give to the fire

Of worldly desire

How tall must I be

Before I can flee

Prison of body

Impossible me

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Written by Daniel José Soto