for indeed, the little things in life magnify, as in: how attractive is the tinniest dog, when compared to a cerberus; the tinniest dog you seem to entomb in snuggles; while before the giants, earth sun and moon, we crafted a science of understanding, as if to enlarge ourselves, and dwarf them... but the giants knew of man's schemes, and perpetuated the answer: for indeed, how the little things in life magnify.*

to feel in heart, innermost or outermost,
to the innermost zenith,
to the outermost pinnacle,
to feel in heart, a fabric akin to
a sparrow's nervous twitching,
to feel in heart more drama than
the river or the sea,
take care of the sparrow,
maybe someday one will fly from
a rosebush and sit on your hand
like one did on mine,
when i was a child - keen to remember;
if only the heart and all its turmoil
were so nervous as to constantly
imply a nervous itch -
that sparrow's twitch -
should we say any more, better a fickle
heart than a fickle mind,
better fickle emotions than fickle thinking;
for at least with fickle emotions
the many can be loved even if that be
a trivial entombing of us all,
but with fickle thinking, well,
who is there to be pleased?