metamorphosis

conquering myself,i am annexed,and ripe for colonizingwith arms like ramparts,and a chest of treasure,faintly, my time is keptthere, its slovenly prize,well-guarded by nobody,remains untouchedeach limb, some path,each follicle, a foothold,all of me, someone else’sso callously covered,i am as much myself,as i am nothing at all and, reaching, i feel my ticking cavity,replace with emptinessthere,...