he grew big for his britches

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He Grew Big for His Britches

He grew
big for
his britches,
he stretched
beyond the
articulate &
left off
processing,
drifted toward
wordlessness.

 

No,
he didn’t
do all
that himself,
it was
done
to him,
from the
first day
of his
existence a
smoothness that
transcends process,
an existence
where death
has no
sting &
eternity
no meaning.

 

A place
beyond
that cut
him free
from all
he thought
he’d learned,
thought he was.

 

This is
the threshold
of a
brighter place,
a place
free of
questions &
doubt a
place where
love is
soft &
permeates everything.

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