The first step to taking your first step is a flash flood.
The way the world turns without you-
The way people get over you-
The expectation that we get better despite the odds-
There is too much worry in the inaction.
And there is too much coping in the action.
If only I could feel like my own person-
If only I was alone
Not receiving the judgment that
comes with my chains-
I was the sum of your narratives until I stopped thinking.
I was your character until I became an anomaly.
Where does that put you?
The great crisis that befalls those whom cannot label…
Part 2: Dyslogia
Life is hilarious
Because things make less and less sense the closer you look.
Ah, yes
The Socratic string of “why”s
Make an enemy out of the assured,
and a friend of the insane.
I am that man
The one slowly fading into the back
Slipping liminally, falling metaphysically
Out of focus, out of ideas—
Out of ideas: out of human elements
Starved for any semblance of identity.
I am not your friend.
I am not someone you know.
Instead, I am existing aside from everything.
No strings puppeteering me-
Perhaps I am dead.
Ultimately, I am dead.
Part 3: Mortality
I get it now—
That which you can only understand if no one else does…
So, once again, I am ultimately alone
And I have achieved the form of a dead language.
Yes, I say
But I do not tell.
Yes, I speak
But I do not communicate. Not to you.
Call me what you will,
But know that I will not call myself your names
Nor will I respond to your names.
This is the great unlearning.
This is a new era of hope.