I defy myself each time I am in for more.
Love and hate are tragedies.
The smallest ripple in a pool is a tragedy.
I overcome and evolve only when I experience
and all I keep doing is that.
No share of my brain has been left for me to eat.
I keep defying myself to remember me.
I am forgotten the day I am born
until my next womb crouch,
where things around me will be ugly,
where beauty will always be about to decay
and life will stink
but I can hold myself together
and sleep without thoughts
without even knowing I will be known.
I defy myself for the forgotten peace
between two consecutive collisions.