Brian Maloney (11/10/86 / Columbus, Ohio)
Poems of Brian Maloney
Air and Water Show
My eyes are heavy and my body is tired,
but the energy that I have is generated from a thought.
The thought isn’t plain or narrow–
the parsec of its imagination cannot be grasped by my hand;
it is not lost or even capable of being lost–
its position is never in relation to the space it fills;
it is not alive with vigor and excitement.