theres a lot you might realize
on a night bathed in streetlights
between sips of red wine
that will spin the stars in your mind
round and around
life tastes of greif
theres a lot you might realize
on a night bathed in streetlights
between sips of red wine
that will spin the stars in your mind
round and around
life tastes of greif
i don't see how anyone
can keep composure
stay sane
being tied to another
invisible chain
tied to these arms
this body
this brain
is this all i am?
a biologic miracle
of human evolution
a set of cognitive abilities
that became liabilities
in dopamine narcotic cities
i am able to grasp so much
but i'll never quite understand
what the universe is
who i am
an animal in the eukarya domain?
a piece of moving meat
narcissistic enough
to think i am not
that everything i am
can simply not rot
when my body is buried
and long forgot
my consciousness wants to be
more than
an organ in a body
it wants to be
these are somebody
elses hands
elses hair
elses eyes
i look in the mirror
and the stranger looks back
i wonder what she thinks
and how she is like
Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...