Just Too Big.
Three words sounds like nothing, but beneath there are fountains of knowledge.
Just- this is the word of no excuse,
it is the finalising phrase,
it cuffs off the gnarled edge of argument,
it stalls and betrays simpering,
Just suggests finality,
it muses over a resolution,
JUST too big leaves no room for excuses,
it is a cove,
a cover entrapping the heart,
merciless and without temptation.
Too - it suggests excess,
it reveals a limit,
there are boundaries in this world,
at one point it is not too big,
at one point the line is drawn,
we all step beside the line - either past or before,
there is a quota.
Big - large and luxurious,
grand and reaching,
it is more,
it is much,
it is a caveat of treasured rolls,
big alone is nothing,
big in abstract, in isolation,
shielded in the tight embrace of a vacuum,
but paired with Just,
paired with finality,
paired with Too,
paired with limits,
Big becomes itself,
and makes a name.
Big begins to suffocate.