i never cease
i have not the slightest intention to shrink
into an unthinking
stone or
just be an it
in the garden of flowers
for long i have envied the butterflies
and bees
as i have stagnated
as an aphid on a
leaf
but too i have dreams
beyond my size
and pestilent existence
i am small
and i can be useful somehow
in this faith
inside an emptiness
i dream of an evolution
i imagine sooner a revolution
i cannot just be this
i can be more than anybody else
i conceive an idea
and it must be born in time
i have this mind
that must conquer matter
i am aphid
but i can be more that what is given
tomorrow
tonight
next year perhaps...
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