Immortal I
Alive not immortal am I, not me.
I live, I know, in the end to die.
I’ve heard it said gods wept and bled,
Like us they lived, and loved and died.
I bleed and weep and live and die,
Yet I’m no god.
Not good, am I?
I’m tired, not dead,
Not I, not yet,
Of feeling like one,
Not being a god.
Myself should I
push
Into myths ever new, and get
Reborn. Let my mind, the Father,
Beget his son – The God that’s me.
Mortality -- Paula Visnoski
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