The chaos variation
And a feeling like you've been here before
I am capable of everyone that has ever been
Life is multiplicative
It is presence as much as it is not presence
I am still in my crib
I am still in my tomb
I am still learning how to breathe
in and out of water
My skull is mixed up with fiberglass,
Dangling out the frame of a window
At an old familiar crossroads
A radial point, from which a circle was designed
From the inside
Like a fortress, like a trap
Like a muse, like a fear
listen:
There is a time in which you are the mother
And so you must be kind
There is a time in which you are the son
And so you must be patient
There is a time in which you're given leadership
And so you must be cautious
There is a time in which you never unearthed
And so you must be diligent
There is a time in which
Everything is ready to be everything
January, 2018