I come from the walls
Triangles and sticks
My mother had no breasts
So I fed off myself
Long before I lost my father’s name
From the beginning I stood on my feet
Learned what bullshit was
From reading classic books
I neglect history
Have made enough of my own
I am the first and last of my kind
Not a monkey man
But a man of the mind
Fragments are the answer to slowing time
And if you survive a thousand falls
You’ll evolve into what I am
The inhuman voice
From a different age
Past and future fused
The philosopher sage
I hear colors
Smell words
Touch feelings
Taste sounds
I am what the ancients called clown
A master of oral lore
Heartless but undamaged
Ruined but remade
Logic intensified
I came from the walls
But my fall was from the clouds
*”Freeing Me” was first published by the Rusty Nail.
