self

today I realized
I would not be great in this life

it hurt and stung
for the dream of myself
which I have forever carried
in my mind and heart
has been obliterated

In this dream I am pulsing
with passion
I burn with shadows
but can find no one like me

but now the light is dying
the pain is somehow soft yet shivering
it has a beautiful, latent violence

I like its tongue in my mouth

I will make my entry
into the human condition
yet the words on the page
will be invisible