processing life and poetry

and i wrote a poem i'd like to share:


the beauty
that hits you in the chest
knocks it right outta you
and it
blows up
your mind
it shakes your spirit
you
tell
tell 
tell
of the beauty
and you
think
think
think
on its essence
you put it in your pocket
shrink it down
to your size
hold it deep
in the crevices
of your brain
you clench it
in your tight fist
feel it on your fingers


and i wonder
why do we
amaze
tell
shrink
hold
think
about the heartbeat
of a body
that is HE?


why do we
let our spirit
wrap its tendril-like fingers
around a mere ray
from the light
that could
blow
our
world
and
shake
our spirit
until
we are
alive