Who calmly clings to his being
Like a lover to a rose
And sadden by sudden sadness
I'm half sick assaulted and gross
I'm not a monster
Or human as you see me
I'm a creature that blends in
Systems of old system
I exist in forms of pain
I exist as a persona of personalities
But I'm not the enneagram
I'm the architect of architects
I'm the melagra with chains
And author of those pains