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.


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