Do you ever think
about becoming
someone new?
About unmaking,
Recreating,
Partaking,
In the life of someone -anyone-
Who isn’t you?
Hours and hours and days and weeks and months and years
I perfected, rejected, resurrected the art
of becoming someone new.
In mere moments,
a new me.
a new world.
a new dream.
A world to be anyone
or go anywhere
Or be anything.
When I just
Don’t want
To be
Me.
New demons and angels,
New shadows and suns,
New curves and new angles,
New characters
to become.
A world not like
my own.
The trees are paper.
The people move with a blink.
Grass is woven from knowledge and
Leaves are sprouting from ink.
There I go
at a moment’s notice.
Diving, delving, digging.
Revealing
an impossible time.
Where the improbable, inconceivable, unimaginable, unthinkable
occurs every
Other
Line.
I am disappearing into the books.
Invisible to the world.
Unmaking myself,
Recreating myself,
And becoming someone new.