Surrounding myself with greatness
Maybe they’ll shed a little of greatness on me

Miles
Sarte
McCarthy

I feel like I hang with you cats
When I’m alone in my room

Camus
Wright
Hedges

Some say they stand on the shoulders of giants
I stand on the shoulders of gods

Watts
Hesse
Jung

These people have shaped the way I think
The way I hold my pen
The way I speak when spoken to

X
Marquez
Plato

They are the fathers I never met
The love I always receive
I am them
As they are me
And so
I weep to weep
And reach for a pen
Or key