as small as the world and as large as alone

a shameful attempt at e e cummings


and fly, my love, my love

and soar, my love, my love
have no fear of the atmosphere
arise into the azure
and cast not one furtive glance back

and reach, my love, my love
override those tentative tremblings
split the skin they put you in
and cast not one doubtful hand back


(i would write a last stanza but i'm too tired)