I see tiny wildflowers rapidly blooming over my last grave
don’t worry, it’s a metaphorical grave
my mind naturally and periodically annihilates itself
like a built in acid trip
or self regulating electroconvulsive feedback loop
I have all these spare identities just for this purpose
sacrificial personalities
or personality clones, maybe
to satisfy my self destructive impulses
it’s very effective, probably due to
my vivid imagination and
commitment to emotional authenticity
anyway, I’m still here
growing generations of
happy flowers