I wasn't any heavier than half an inch's weight
when I decided Life was just a moment I could waste
a metaphor that shouldn't sound like anything I knew
but humans have a way to pace their feet around The Truth
for even though our bodies keep a record of it all
eternal minds can swallow things at flesh's beck and call
if we so choose to bury our own past within ourselves
we'll have to  give account for every coin we try to sell
a silver lining confidence may linger in the world
but in the dark, upon a dream, you'll see your little girl

a man who has lost
full use of his legs
must find his whole body
inside of his head
to walk in a dream
is to hope when he wakes
he won't have to die
in a bed he can't make
remember the crutches,
the heart and the soul
the power of Truth
against arms growing old
"you're only the father of what you can bear,"
she told him in secret when he wasn't there

"you can do what you want with my body"
she said with his hands at her throat
"oh but you cannot touch what is spirit,"
"my life is not yours to be owned"*
all the time it has taken to speak up
and show you the woman I be
has been counted itself a commission
for everything you didn't seek
I will love you today and tomorrow
and look at the past without fear
rebuking the source of your anger
with all that I have while I'm here
see, my mother and father are with me
in Truth and in Spirit and flesh
and today I am stronger than ever
for you and for me and for them