Hindsight-seeing, outside the comforts and shelter of denial;
But, (ha!) I triumph!
Yes! -Resistant against all bitterness -
How obese its pushy weight!  
Attempting, most surely, to **** with its fat stacked atop me -
&, though, my heart's always bleeding,
It has no more, by bitterness, been ******-to-death,
Than a cow is ever going to be a mule.
Oh, how I go on! It is not the fashion
Or likes of where modesty is shown -
I know: healing, blackish-blue but inflated just as fat
Is the Ego within my empty head,
Always making separations from the rest of what I am made of
Rarely heard bragging,
Sometimes defining whatever it is that I am.
Flesh-bound I am breathing
I may be compared to the waste of a steer,
Yet still, I'm mostly just happy.
Caring too much, yet very little about what you care about,
It took a lifetime to get this one right -
& that's that!