Today I am reminded that I'll never get any taller
My adulthood, infantile as it may be,
has been chasing a kite being lifted by a gust made by the sea.
Growing up is something I'm taking up with science and humanity
and lust
for a view
I wish my past would rise above its stunted height and give me some birds eye hindsight or that I could look down upon encounters with your old stare the cold blue eyes and feel very much
ABOVE
And how I've grown,
even while seated down I'm a giant next to what you haven't learned
You will cower down
I will tower over
I grew out of you
I've removed the anatomical
from
growing

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