Monday, 2 May 2011

Subject to change

I stand before you a man changing,
gathering sustenance,
from within my egg shell,
ready to tap out,
be set loose, set sail,
with my back to hell,
hoping the tides avail,
as the circling world around me,
grows shorter in days,
I feel strangled in a way,
stepping out into a multitude,
paths out into the multiverse,
all of my tomorrows,
are born in just a day.

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