and it was always too much,
like the morning sun that’s too hot,
a beauty too brilliant for the eyes to fully hold.
it was always too grand.
my dreams and visions never seemed more than life,
but that was when i was dreaming them.
monsters make sense in the dark,
but in the light you realize they’re nothing more than
when i was a child i thought that mountains were miles into the sky,
but now that i am older i know about prominence and elevation.
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