Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

The sun will set on my life and finally I have the faith to know it ain’t over when it’s over-

-there will be more consciousness god’s head will keep on watching (in black space. this dark seeing “only spirit,” he says – but I still have a clinging want, like a monkey to last banana – I will jump again. Kill me all right, love, but in my last body breathes an “I ‘d like to know I have birthed my flower,” I have seen I have seen, and I’d like to create my own color.)

How can I be god?
I’d like to be god,
birthing any world that will have me.

§1299 · February 8, 2013 · Freewrites · · [Print]

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