No Room for Giants

The world is not tailored for giants

They bend as they walk through the door

They stoop under mortal's low ceilings

Distorting their shape to conform

Their minds reaching high in the heavens

Alas, are but forced to come down

To brains that can't grasp, all the treasures they pass

And the answers to questions they thought not to ask

The truth that is seen in their soaring

Reduced but to words as they fumble around

Great eloquence turned into verbiage

Distracting their audience pecking the ground

The music that swirls in their transom

Like worlds being formed from the stardust of clouds

Are not by peers comprehended 

In synchrony, timbre, or harmony blended

But dance to monotonous jingles played loud

Their science, their art--not accepted

Their vision, their ethics--replaced with a shroud

Their stature of spirit ascending--inventing

But while in this world have their heads ever bowed

Hail now these souls in discomfort

See how your limits imposed beat them down

The next world be theirs--if your in it

Where ceiling is gone

And the stairway moves on

But the minuscule can't reach the threshold there found

Hearken, O' man while you can 

Again hearken

Consider the end that you face

If you pray a boost

Raise the roof in defiance

And tear down all structures

With no room for giants