Poetry: The Giant is Dead

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

Sunflowers are gone, the giant is dead

stalks that bend earthwards

long before the maple turns red

the seeds, they drop,

the giant is dead

Sunny petals turning brown

the head that is heavy

the large leaves die and drop on down

the birds find their meal,

the giant is dead

Sunshine on a dark and cloudy day

they adorned the backyard

casting gold along the way

the giants of the garden

in my memory they live once again

They left their image in seed for us to plant,

next year they will again touch the sky,

brighten the garden if they can't

sending sunshine to the dark,

the giant will live once again

A Flittering Flame