Complementarity Pt. 12

It occurred to me that large portions of this work almost solely as a part of the whole, which is why it's sort of odd that I'm posting it in pieces like this. Anyway, the penultimate piece of Complementarity:

Farther away I begin to run from you!

Farther stretching myself into my work

Playing more as I am limbered

I am unfit for such a game

I do not compete

I do not measure myself against any man

I am the perfect thing

I am the proof that the next thing will be greater

If I am the meter

Then he who outstrips me proves me great

He who measures his lyric against mine renews my growth

I stretch and extend myself eternally

All poetry then‽

Walt Whitman, a kosmos!

 Leonnie Dickens, a nebulous singularity then!

The moon then! and the sun, its self-obviating spheroid!

This is the game of it

To make of oneself a dense and spinning thing

An expanding, energy creating, self-sustained system

A ball of matter, a ball of life, the water of the heavens

A wave of a man

A particle of woman

A whole human of starry effluvia