Who am I?

I got born eventually, i became a life. i will say i'm glad to be here. Im reveling in this sphere of vision. i have a biological electricity craclking through my veins, A full flung beehive of poetry i have an endless light FROM GOD. i'm a bag of invention i'm a rag of time-tripped planets soppin' up prayers and scrunched up particu-lars. I Am a human

(I’m nineteen years old, living in a house on a hill in Georgia, scheming about light and dark. Every morning, if the day is born, I Wake up, spring out of bed, and paint the day away. If a sorrow threatens to bear upon me with its shabby wings, I will take off on my bike leaving only steam and gravelly specks flying in my wake, or will go out in the yard and spin around till’ it’s over. I am saving up to buy a cathedral, or a shabby castle to convert into a museum. I am an artist, a self of idea, of thrash, of yes wind and fall, an artist! because have you seen this life? Have you seen this world in which Food City bags of oatmeal get baked by gray rain and turned into cement on sidewalks, this world which penalizes tangles, heart heaps, or anything that don’t fit in the social hex-agon, this world, which is ripe for you to devour in exploration of the meaning of everything? Just this day I have woken. Just this day I (have) Have you had the pleasure of a rainbow sherbet cone on a wind-hill, has your mind yet turned the flip to becoming a windmill in which currents of eternal thought join your entire way of viewing this mental, physical, spiritual, and joyous atmosphere here, oh dear tearfearbeerleerpeerthe pocket is bigger than you think. All is mystery. All is God.

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