I’m afraid that the wake was last year instead of in fifty years
To see my future is like a butterfly being able to see its metamorphosis
I can’t shake the feeling of absence in my gut , the lonesome I feel without a daughter or son
Inside this mind I’m a terrible host
Inside my mouth I have more words than consciousness
Inside this heart I’m a cannibal of peace
As time ticks inadvertently,- 22 and with blue gray hair symbolizes fleshly changes
but the soul should be a dear and cut me slack for trying .
Trying to change Mars’s scope from my Earth,
I don’t believe in this world but the spirit quakes for more lifetimes
Voices want me to give up my womb ” but not too soon ” I say ,
The shunt in my cerebrum is my downfall, yet I can only breathe due to mechanical synapse embraces.
O’ God ; the joy of fornicating, laughing, seeing and even smoking are the greatest blessings.
Yet I still feel bored
What is this hunger ?!
Fortune teller advised me that this third eye should be closed
I’m supposed to be a healer , A magnificent
A mother …..perhaps my time is running out but my darling says I’m still young .
Truth is of the being – a rare breed due to this body is a chamber of losses, secrets,and beggar of Latin times.
I am as deep as Greece but strong as Artemis
I am as hungry as Job, but the spirit seeks worldly desires.
Nothing is everlasting
except black skin and desert sand .