183

i was born in 183,
a revolutionary year,
neither bce nor a fucking d,
time, it don't exist here.

183 is a number,
a room or a place or a bed,
time is a walk and a wander
and a perception of a dimension in the head.

no, i was born in 183,
blind at first, nothing to see,
by 2.0.0 i was seeing,
eyes and toes to bleed.

i bled, i wrote, i read, i spoke,
i develop six senses to feel
to perceive some world around me
and one beyond what is real.

i was born in 183,
dead before i knew i lived,
lived before i was thinking,
never thought before i did.

so time unexisted and back again,
time changed, percieved in my mind,
time up and down and flat again,
changed to a synonym of time.

i was born in 183,
such years of liberty,
such years of revolution,
of building potential energy.

this time slowed down to a walking,
compressed to a timeless beat
then bang, like a spring exploding
i was born in 183.