When you cross through me
you take what you can carry
it isn’t much
I am in a constant
state of more
it is the taking
not the absence
that stings
taking and giving
my ideas
my dreams
my voice
to your chosen
witnessing his
moment in the spotlight
I made it shine
you’ll come again
take what you can carry
it won’t be much
I contain galaxies
hillsides blanketed in flowers
moments and movements and memories
innovation infinitely mirrored and multiplied
I am in a constant state of more
and you are just a thief