And you let life itself pour out of your skin,
Even when half of your pores are holes,
Even when your wounds are eternal.
And you become the sun of your universe,
And the ruler,
And the hero,
And the martyr.
And you train your mind to be bright,
And your eyes to see light,
And your ears to hear poetry,
And your lips to kiss themselves.
And you grow wings,
And you dance and sing,
And you let every rule burn,
And you watch their ashes turn to dust.
And you let your mind create a realm,
And you create a planet,
And a lover,
And a house.
You find the road to immortality,
And you travel through time,
And you find all the ways,
Through which you can be a god.