What a thing it is to be
trapped under a shadow.
To be grand,
but not the grandest.
To be old,
but not the oldest.
To argue your distinction,
but be too similar to avoid
comparison to the marvel.
Better to be a shoddy original
than a second-rate colossus.
Feel the breeze upon your face.
Let it be all you know.
Don't ponder atmospheric lows.
Just feel the breeze upon your face,
and know:
There is a breeze.
(Though it may not be
what you think it is.)
You have a face.
(Though it may not be
what you think it is.)