the rest of this world

i remember the scale

the immensity

the effort

the fortune spent

in soulwork and cash

and especially the frequent stumbling

as i rose up from the ground

of my experiencing

i remember the wondering glances

that smeared my face

each time i looked around

especially when my head rose

so briefly above the clouds

and i saw

visions

(well i thought i was having visions)

because i didn't know

that what i was seeing

weren't entirely visions

as much as

i was simply seeing

the rest of this world