Territorial

I'm like an animal

spraying my urea scent 

over the nest

to mark my space

to recognize

They say I'm supposed to

search for a

grounding stimulation

But any sort of perfume

takes me to fantasy land

And Wonder is a mazespace I can't afford

So I smell my skin;

my sweat drops,

the critical vinegar 

seasoning my armpits;

I smell my hair,

a wild mess, forgotten for days

wishout a wash or brush,

beggin for care, but still 

quite happy to just be 

(and just be alive);

and yet,

All of this,

what,

You may imagine

as a terrible experience;

My misery of being,

The crudity of humanity, that

ends up being animality;

Proves me:

, like no other thing,

no one,

and no other movement

neither activity could,

That I am alive

I Live

And I can only feel

Because I feel myself

The reality is only real

Because I am real

Because I feel myself

Today is only today

Because I am real

And then I feel today

And then 

I am alive again

And I can live again