I remake myself in the mysterious alchemy of me

adaptation

change

like the rain

flowing, smoothly

martial arts

attack

on pain

hurt hands

hurt heart

building

from the bottom up

into an enormous tower

that will never fall

that will stretch above the shadows of mountains

cold and distant

from frosty peaks that men conquer.

My stairway mind goes around and around

and nobody ever reaches the top

of my tower.

Profound.

It can only be climbed with wisdom

built on the bones of failed poets and peasants

Broken rocks, from my karate CHOP!

It’s harder than compressed granite

They scream

in pain

they can’t stop.

Nobody hears them

because they’re rocks.

The man who built this monolith, is me

a lifetime of poison

a transformed chemical

deep

underground.

Only I see

The world

and the universe,

after that.

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