This

Dirty, unsure, human
Never that I can remember
Have I felt this human
I feel real
This pain
Confined in my own body
Without escape
No bath nor shower could clean me
No relief
No release
Existence is absolute
There is nothing else
I feel entirely real
A part of all of this
I imagine my decrepit body
Turned to dust
And blended with the earth
Fertilizer
To give life again
And again
I am all of this
I am all of it
Nothing without me
Me without nothing
The demon and angel
Combined
Divine
Mind, body, heart, and soul
Clean or unclean
I am this
It matters not what conditions define the day
Continuous
Ever continuing
Define and redefine
All of this babbling
Is my sanity
Whatever that means
The glue that barely
Holds me together
I
Am
This

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn