What Is My Relative Value Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

does this obsession fetter me

im worth it i think as my spirit joins the birds in escape

Speedily i move on

naked i surge the maelstorm of god

diferent values

naked face to face with reality my true worth beholding

in the mirror

the expansion of the ego

the forest to hide from you

your beauty transformed, and in this obsession was holy

but better to stick to bricks and mortar and over the bariers to see my true self in the mirror