I move from day to day
And say amen
To a way of life still hidden
I do while not seeing
My god
In this womb, this home
This tomb of life
I dream of breathing
And breathe
I dream of self
And run screaming to distraction
And painful lies
My fore creates patterns
Of chaos
Believing them propriety
Then walks on knives
While condemning the earth and wind
For unrighteous calamities
Outside of me exists
A variety of substance impacting
Inside
A finger of power
Transmits life and awareness
To an amalgam of flesh
Whose form follows function
And I am