Great

How would it be...
To be a Great?

To touch a tinkering bell
And let it rhyme as well...

To resonate with the crowd
And shimmer and stand out...

To touch a copper string
And have it obligingly sing...

To step into a water-puddle
And unveil two nimbus shackles...

To amble betwixt two breezing trains
And feel a caress in an immortalized ordain...

To crouch under the old bed,
And whisper to the flashlight-dead...

To smirk into the mirror,
And dissolve into its abysmal horror...

To touch a temple,
And know I am there...

And realize---I am not Great...
I am only better.

How would it be...
To know that I could be...
Just Great?

No dart to a new heart...
No moth in a spiral path...
Nor a retribution sought at last...

Just Great and green grass...