My belly swells often
Far more than it ought
Dragging the rest of me behind
As it were a shaped bolt of cloth
Bound to me
As I struggle to run forward
I do not run
Unless I must
And I have not had to in some time
Perhaps that is why the swelling does not subside
Much
Even if I expel from me
What I have taken in to make me swell
Or at least as much of it
As I cannot use
I am not a character of Keanu Reeves'
Pale-skinned and black-jacketed
Given to acrobatics
And messianics
But I still hear Morpheus call me
And I cannot help but see that vision
When I think on the name
Perhaps I will enter a realm
Where I can do what was filmed
It would be no more real than that
But still the better for being mine
Unlike my swelling belly
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