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By Amy Marques
~After Kafka’s A Little Fable: “Alas,” said the mouse, “the world is growing smaller every day.”
Ah, little one, says the owl whose orange eyes are two suns that pierce the darkness of my nights, you have realized how large you are, no longer frightened of what you cannot understand, you now know what it is to run and run, traverse doorways, slither and creep your way into places never intended to host you. You learned to scavenge and feed from scraps and make feasts of crumbs, explored softnesses and made nests out of vacant corners and discarded treasures.
You have grown, my little friend, mapping your way into walls that once trapped you, carving whole kingdoms into your niches.
My world may be vast, my friend, but it is not deep, not close, not my own, for I have not grown large enough to learn how to make myself small. I am not yet big enough to follow you into the crevices that have taught you to survive.
Amy Marques strives (with varying degrees of success) to say more using less words. More of her art and words at amybookwhisperer.wordpress.com.
