I alter, transform, manipulate with my mind; there’s no reality other than mine.
I control the objects that orbit my being.
I create, destroy a little each time to clear the way for the new and leave the forgotten, bitter, decadent brine behind.
Because, in me, contains the wisdom that precedes Space and Time.

I predict , interfere, tie up and pull the strings that unravel the mysteries of cosmic-understanding or rhymes.
Within me is the same thing that is within you, minus me and my ability to protect and hide, not to be ethnically narcissistic
Instead I am just being individualistic

And if you look where the shadows don’t fade even when given the Sun’s light.
I will be there surrounded by spirits through my own manifested efforts- blockaded.
Doing whatever I like.
Whirling around despite my hyper-manic swoon;
Given power threefold by the Full Moon.

Nice poem .

Thank you very much