TRANSCENDENCE

Being nobody is the greatest gift of them all

Running, stumbling, fumbling down the hall

I see myself above the sink

I am in sync

Calibrated, meditated and rejuvenated

A humble manifesto for all the greatest

A red kiss from a lavender rose

Unmelted yet froze

Stuck in a life of prose

Miscellaneous substances trickling down his nose

Watch him flow as the white pony goes !