Tall

You were carrying me.
I said I was afraid I'd hit my head.
You're tall and I was high. er. Higher.

I call it Haiku because.
There's no way in which
that's close. enough. pretty close.

It's, you know, a story
we're telling ourselves,
from the other side.

From the abyss. Do they see--
 over there, like this?
I need to ask.

The ritual is all, now.
I aquiesce to it as it,
to me. To be magical.

Diamonds.
I know, why we're here,
to become.

I aquiesce to become
what will become me.
It's becoming.