Sometimes the weight Settles

And you feel like a 

Mammoth sits heavy on

Your upper shoulder,

That the weight of so

Much sound and color

Outside might break

You in half,

That the fullness

Of reality might be 

Too much to carry,

And in those moments

A woman calls

And she tells you

That your back is broad

Enough to carry the moon

Across the sky,

That the weight of 

So much color

Outside might put you

Back together again.