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
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