you romp around my clouds:
you are a dancer
but my longing makes you
an elephant in pointes;
you’re so heavy you’re light
and to lift is to live
your shoulders could hold
no more than a dinner plate
but my life wants no other home
for in your eyes
I see the god of spine
and so ill be a competing lion
lyin’ in your waiting room
for your entrances and exits
and the glorious time in between
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo