The Heavy Dream

The sudden 

accumulation of 

weight is borne by 

my chest,

and, faced by the

searing gaze of

Judgement, I break

my leg, tripping on

my every word

The weight yields to

an empty hum,

leaving me crippled by

a silent mind.

Asleep, or near thereto,

Magnitude suddenly

approached me in a

deafening stare.

I wander about the

noise, my awareness

rising with the

pressure in the air.

At a point impressively

greater than before, the

numbness overflows, and

overflows, then sighs, "

to justfiy the expense of

fuel, the travel must be

suspended to the virtue

of waiting. until—a:

(good) thing; happens,

else why? for what

unfair purpose did

profits misbalanced

cross from eye to chin

in Magnitude's

repayment?

When facing the former self,

insist this without regret:

Choose to be the things which

make you great."