What will they call me?Ma'am?Sir?The anxiety creeps behind me ready too tackle at any give moment.Will I even be able to not feel the fear?Or will it stay?For I'll never know.
Since he diedI've felt a pit insideI'm not sure why it's thereOr if its friendlyBut everything seems more scaryI'm scaredI'm sad but he wouldn't want me to beSo I act like I'm fine
The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonderWhat effect I can have. My hands wave underThe heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowingMe like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowingWhither or why or even how I am going.So much there is outside me, so infinitelySmall am I, what matter if minutelyI beat my way, to be lost immediately?
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness....Lidless windowsGlazed with a flashy lusterFrom some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.And down among iron gutsPiled silverThrowing gray spatter of light... pale without heat...Like the pallor of dead bodies.
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride --Then -- Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East, and Victory --Midnight -- Good Night! I hear them call,The Angels bustle in the Hall --Softly my Future climbs the Stair,I fumble at my Childhood's prayerSo soon to be a Child no more --Eternity, I'm coming -- Sire,Savior -- I've seen the face -- before!