I Was Like You

I was
like you,

when I
was a kid.

A bit, anyway.

I could raise seven,
and a half, kilograms
plus, my own
body weight
on a steel bar. Up,

from the
concrete floor,
to above
my head,

in one,
single,
flowing,
movement.

I too,
at night, alone
in the mirror
knew the special,
invisible,
unspeakable secret
that, surprisingly,
comprised,
my body's
naked
musculature.

Each,
astounding sinew,
clearly visible

grown without
my knowledge

from what was
yesterday, a child

still taut, there
beneath,
my very own,
skin.

Borrowed,
on loan,

Future return,
date-stamped.

Not meant
to be seen,

But, impossible
to ignore.

What,
I did not
understand?

I could
not keep.

So,
magnificent

As to be

Impossible,
and almost,

Not me,
at all.

A message
for only
just one.

I, also

had 'it',
all planned out,
perfectly,

before me,
so well,

precisely arranged
and, endlessly,
speculated upon,
that it,

scared me,
to death,

before,
it had

even
begun.

No
surprises.

I would say,
to you,

(if it were,
at all
allowed),

Should ever,
you come

to the place
where you,

alone,
allow

yourself,
to choose

between,
'the plan',

and
bitter
disappointment,
distress,
hunger,
regret,
loneliness,
cold,
and every other,
elemental pain,

over which
ever,

you effect,
absolutely,

no,
actual control

and will, find,
were always,

an intrinsic part
of, 'the plan',

all along,
anyway,

in their
disregard
of any

of our
plans,
altogether.

Each amplified
by the glimpse
at the sight
of the other.

Should you
think,
you chose,
at all.

Then you will have
become
qualified,
and have been
made entitled

Should you seek,
despite
the wrecks,

to find,
within,

the
sagged,

blackening,

dying,

Arum
lily

instead,
(and/or, also),

at last,
to believe,

that you held,
from within

for just
the briefest
moment,

some,
once

unknown,

Beauty,

beyond
comprehension.
 
And,
another thing,
also,
before I go...

If still,
like you,
I were
able
to become
an acrobat,

and to join
the circus,

and,
to experience

adventure,
all over

the
known world,

as a very
realistic,

optional
opportunity,
standing,

right there,

next
to,

everything
else..?

I promise you
that I
would reach out,
for that trapeze
swing.

Even, if
I had
dreamed
of falling.

And so,
now,

I've happily,
given you,

My very own
present

Compelled
uncontrollably

by
this duty,

to
inform you,

because,
when

passing
between,

I saw it
all,

Leave my
hand, too.