.
What are you doing to me?
Don’t know what I’ve become.
Don’t remember
what I was,
or where I came from.
Your fingers on my skin,
your words in my mind,
twisting and scintillating
all that is mine.
It’s becoming obvious
you’re changing me,
but not in any way
that I ever believed.
Something fades away
when I assimilate
into you
and all that you
cultivate.
Every thought,
every sensation,
changing
with your
strange manipulations.
I was a child of men.
I was a son of God.
Take me under your wings,
and suddenly I am not.
Burning hot as a star,
roaring like the ind.
caught in the lion’s mouth,
just like a lamb.
Not what I was before.
What am I now?
Changed how I see the universe
somehow.
I used to be
one inch deep,
now here I am
at the bottom of the sea
and knowing the cosmos.
I am wearing thin,
blank eyes
and see-through grin.
Because of you,
the world has changed.
You
and your
strange manipulations.
.
.
HG – 2022
