credo

always fighting not to die in
life,
digging in again as the overwhelming
darkness looms–
always in some new form, a
changing shape
to trick you into
submissiveness, to
take you out,
finally, to
finish you
damned good and
well.

always fighting not to die in
life,
not to become what you see everywhere,
not to become them,
it,
nothing.

always fighting not to die in
life,
it’s worth whatever it takes not to
look like the president
not to speak like the actor, not to
be the hero in the stadium, not to
be the rich man, not to
be the smiling teeth of everlasting
joy
or
the last bitter dregs of the
sage; not to
be ever so many things.
not to
become but to
remain.

always fighting not to die in
life.

if anything makes sense,
let”s call it
this.