It grew me right upThis blessing, this curse This thing that compelled me To become a reluctant deity Contriving a world and all that Gives it breath

Once the ambrosia of creation Brushes against your lips You rely on its complexity to complete you

this monkey that clings so desperately to my back screeching its words of wisdom Gleaned from lifetimes Of living in this harsh world

To have nothing more than that, would be enough a stone cold faith in these words and that they have somehow changed me, grew me right up Anything more is gravy.