Thursday, August 18, 2005

For Myself

this is not my supposed reality
i breathed myself in today, i inhaled a drug
finding myself decaying and dried
i forced the moment beyond its death
and a new creature was born,
from right within my womb, fragile as it is

no worries about my execution,
i do not know death
rebirth comes for me again in weeks
and i set the standards
growing, articulating this physical shape
allowing slight modifications to the plan

i am still a work in progress
my definition is incomplete
i could fuck the world, but it couldn't fuck me
everything i do, is for this reality
a holy perseverance inside my skull lacking a beat


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