Sunday, 16 January 2011

Indeed was death, was death indeed.

Who I am is not visible
Who I am feels, and knows
Who I am longs to be recognised
it is not my shell, but my insides
I am the universe, I am an atom
my face is not me but a transmitter.
My body and my mind are but tools,
through where
I express my inner being.
I am alive.