It’s so hard to let go
when you’ve been holding on so long,
attached so tightly.
Your body petrifies having rotted stuck in it’s own disposition
I have decomposed and now I am ready
Ready to make new and recreate
but I am not a new being, only a new form
and in that way I will always be the same
no matter how many times I change form
attached to everything I was, am , and am becoming forever
Imperishable, the shit will pile up mercilessly
The stench wards off all humanity
Inevitably I will be left alone to sulk in my own mire
Then when even the sun refuses my company
and the water turns to swamp around me
what growing will I do then?
What will be left for me to do but rot away?
holding on so tight to anything I have left
It’s so hard to let go
when you’ve been holding on so long
Imperishable Shit
May 2nd, 2003 | poetic