As I will As I like it As my will As it gives recursive themes of Strength and fancy Weakened by the real It subsists; It is Cannot not be: As they loathe it. As I was: My sunlit energy precedes, preceded me Some life in me that speeds towards Metabolism that speeds towards Eventual cell death Respiration-- Deeply respirating I halt for no respite Despite the leaning apprehension Towering over what Is in me; The roaming imposition Of what there will be— It seeks me It wanders and stops occasionally And devours something imagined That heaven I had made That Will that I had suffered As it will.
I actually just wrote this one today. This is the first thing I've written in a long time, and it's sort of why I'm coming back to Hello Poetry...just for some respite, maybe.