I am self, my self, no one else
I am self; I am I, nothing else
I am on the erg approaching the verge, stepping closer and closer–I pull over and over, approaching that which is not mine, but Dante’s
I pull hard, push hard, pull the machine, push the machine,
I am not the machine
I am not the machine
I am the machine
I stare at the time, the distance, the averages, making calculations between exasperations
Then after years, after eternities, after mere seconds
It is done
Are those tears, or sweat?
It does not matter, so I do not care
It does not matter, except it does
It does not matter, except it proves I am human
I am self....