Standing in the middle I can see everything and nothing
At the same time, they present themselves
Choices about who one should be
Have to be
Struggles to be
Their gravitational forces tug at me from all sides
I don’t know how address it
Deal with it?
Banish it to hell?
Should I be POLITE?
Or should I thrust my sword of grounded awareness into the chest of the beast!
The blood drips and I feel better
I am released in to the space of otherness
I exist in all of the walls
I invade the gaps, borders, rims
I breath and they stand still to observe
They are reverent
I belong here
I am present
Divorcing my existential body from identity
And projected reality
This is home
space of selfhood
poetics, awareness, and sympathetic resonance
Ruminating in the substance of post individuality
Beyond man made constraints
I have transcended
Leaving the mortal skin behind