Hodlpoet on Nostr: Sovereign The They that is Them, that are those who were Us And before that, We Who ...
Sovereign
The They that is Them,
that are those who were Us
And before that, We
Who stopped caring, maybe.
Who stopped feeling, maybe.
Who forgot that I exist in me,
This other side of the screen in front of your eyes.
And I occupy space.
I occupy a universe that is not yours or theirs to command.
I choose for me
How to live and who to love
And how to care for them on the other side of my eyes.
And what risks to take....and hold.
And when I take a risk,
I change a risk,
Knowing I am singular, discrete.
And not subject to stochastic rule.
The bell curve outlier...
To be the one in one thousand and one who dies.
A map is not the territory.
And a map of me is not the territory of me, the thoughts and idle sparks and more...
The body flow.
The rivers and woods and contours.
The weather of me.
And all this terrain of me
Wills into life, a voice that says...
"No thank you."
I honour my stars for direction not their charts.
I obey my fullness not their emptiness.
I consecrate my courage not their fear.
I sanctify my body not their politics.
I am mine own.
Not theirs to own.
Published at
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