Magnificence is the sea. Magnificence is not to wallow. Magnificence is the reset between night and day.
It is gold glitter eyes – heat spitting bonfires – the quiet heft of a church.
Magnificence is old age, the big swollen ball of a pregnant tum.
You are struck by wonder in its presence, everyone stops talking, a hush descends.
Magnificence is holding your head up high and saying I tried and I wasn’t scared to fail.
It is running outside, it is taking up space, it is depth.
Magnificence is the sky, breathe it in, breathe it out.