Identity

A favorite place

constructed by envy.

The rooster awakens the tragic eye:

mind-set: focused on painful, martyr death.

But with age, the numbers keep rising,

forging ahead, leaving dust

and brittle ideas in haystacks,

until one day you’re tired of wasting

silent energy on self-corruption—

bowing your head to truth,

and death understands.


(From the book Kairos)