Willing A Self Into Being In A Broken World Poem by DM W

The modern world moves
along, in ungodly ways,
at such frenzied speed.
Hearts beat like a bullet train.
I must breathe slowly.
In a languid, deep blue dream,
a glowing moment
pervades my consciousness.
A new energy
flows through my veins like strange wine.
I must seize the day.
O I must seize fading hours!
I shall cut away
all that is weak; reinforce
what is strong. Begone
with all you zombies and pests!