Zywa High eyes

I am a giant with numb legs
and superior looks
I will not bow my stilts
to reality

My eyes prefer to run
over digital platforms
rather than walking barefoot
in reality

In the clouds around my heart
I am safe, taking shelter
floating visibly hidden
above reality

I am at home everywhere
I know the beaten tracks
to my favourite places
of reality

I would not want to be small
lose the overview
and then certainly get lost
in reality

Poem 1035
Amsterdam, 2017-02-18

Collection: The light of words 
Keyword: Mind 
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