awe

crip­pled by the rel­a­tive
im­pos­si­bil­i­ty
of ev­er soak­ing in the light
of in­tel­lec­tu­al & cre­ative
in­spi­ra­tion, said to come from
the bright, shin­ing, il­lu­mi­nat­ing
awe of some­one tru­ly great,
who might stroll in­to your path
whilst you stum­ble along aim­less­ly,
it can al­most be ter­ri­fy­ing
when it ac­tu­al­ly hap­pens &
one sec­ond guess­es them­selves,
one feels that it might be bet­ter
to push said in­di­vid­u­al off of the
near­est ledge so as to prove that
such an event might nev­er re­al­ly
oc­cur, be­cause once in awe,
can one ev­er re­turn to a state
of per­son­al striv­ing?

will this in­di­vid­u­al whom you now
look up to, ev­er look at you in even
re­mote­ly the same way?
will this in­di­vid­u­al ev­er grant you a
mo­ment of re­lease from the shack­les
of the ad­mi­ra­tion that you be­stow
up­on them (for your hands were tied
by your own hands, in some way
that seems de­feat­ing when you pon­der
it late at night) your­self?
will these bab­blings in your head
ar­riv­ing at the front of your mind &
lin­ger­ing, ev­er come to any sort of
prof­itable fruition, or
will you be a slave to an­oth­er’s
great­ness, for­ev­er?