coineman

I wrote another poem today. Its called Transition. I seem to be personaly affected by some books that I am reading. Anyways here it is.

I'm becoming different
Something other than blood
Now runs through my veins
Golden and dark
it churns
slowly
like syrup over a stack of pancakes
An enveloping sweetness
changing me from the inside out
my cells are different
my DNA is not related anymore
to who I was
And now
Dark is light
Light is dark
And only the unimportant
Hold any meaning