I have certainty about me,
even when it doesn't seem
To resonate so well
Throughout me

Elements forsworn to construct each other
By negation do arise within me
And they become me.

And what will I become?
All that is around me!
Anything abounds me,
Even my own death!

An observance which is sure to cease,
Esteemed by one human being
Called "truth" by him, and called again
Just to call! ...Well yes, I would oblige
A certain deconstruction
It truly seems required.

A notion were I even to fight,
Ride my bike and exercise,
Eat salads and believe in my... self
Tout God's music as my own
Just the same, well...
I would die.