I am human,
All human
Made of the inevitable pitter-pattering
Of indecision
I am the female water, the unconsious
And the phallus
We are one,
My hands and I
My ying and yang,
Puttering with the yes and no of indecision.
Pitter...patter...pitter...patter....
My ying and yang
One sweats and the other boils
I clap them together, and a crackle
escapes, loud and sharp, piercing the air
But then I hear nothing again
more sweat more boil
and I begin to think,
I am human,
can you believe that - human - can you believe it?
Stuck between the nothingness
of not knowing. Not knowing,
not knowing anything.
And then I realize...
I am not God, I am not, anything,
not anything I thought I was.