Unassailable, bitter words are like snowflakes meeting the
fibers of my sweater
Impenetrable, this flesh is like armor for any emotional
weather
Invincible, this Goliath stamps David down because he is
clever
Undoubtedly fresh is this perspective under the auspice Insecurity
would treasure
There is a bible
Buried underneath the ground
Like soiled psalms
It blossoms melodic poetry over time.
There is a creator
Awakened within this shell
His visions are thirsty for agents
Adept at turning water into wine.
There is a nomad
So connected to others
His empathic umbilical cord
Is forever tethered to their minds.
This is the story
Of the creation of a giant
Of a sun that rose within himself
And said this life… this life is mine.
Untouchable, like pictures on the internet I will only fuck
your imagination
Impregnable, a kiss can be like scaling a fortress of a
sovereign nation
Irrefutable, solace is a devotion to my masculinization
How else will I be the man, I am to be, if I can’t embrace
my own consternation
Some things are meant to never end.
Let the giant roam the earth...
Sovereign.
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