Magnificence.

Magnificence.
That's it.
That's the thing that's beginning to writhe there under
Your skin ...
You can only hold it off,
Ignore it for so long and then,
And then it begins to make its own way out.
You, my friend, have no choice;
A person such as you.


I am surprised that you can't see it;
'Don't feel it.
It is clear to me, even in your shadow,
In the pauses between your words,
In the margins between your 
Breath in and breath out;
I can hear it screaming.


Magnificence.
Your magnificence is surfacing,
'Nothing you can do.
This is too big, my friend,
Too big for you to keep hidden.
All at once,  you will raise your head,
In the middle of the green peppers and the celery,
Under the fluorescent lighting,
As you try to summon enthusiasm for the 
Small, new potatoes you have in your cart,
Up it will come;
Cracking your ribcage wide open,
Breaking through your skin in a 
Roiling twister of fire and pure heart;
Up, like a geyser and then right back down to you;
Never to stray from its root.


There it is.


Magnificence.
Your magnificence.


Now, it's all about the hard questions, and the
Intensity, the
Passion,
And the fuel to keep it all stoked.
Life will be different now.
Life will be ... Life, as it was meant to be;
For you


Magnificent.