I am made so small
Smaller than memory
So small, wind passes;
Through my soul
Like airy blade
I am made so small
You no longer see me
So small, I can hide
At the edge of nothing
Like forgotten words
I am made so small
To sting only irony
Tiny mite; vicious wasp
Chasing lesser prey
Like they are nectar
I am made so small
A drop of spring rain Falling to apotheosis
For now I am made so small
I perceive everything