NOW and THEN.

I am Russia, in love with Big Brother.
I am the flat note, the one that a player mistakenly plays.
I am a short skirt, for no matter how much you pull me down, I still reveal too much.
I am a sacred fire, one of which is the severed part of a renowned civilization.
I am a disgraced dragon, one with a limp leg and a broken wing.
I am water, which transcends all cracks and ninnie's and covers all with its glittery apathy.
I am a cloudy shroud worn around the shoulders of a Chinese Communist, as if it were not enough that it was a Chinese Communist.
I am a the sporadic heart beat of a dying old man.
I am the reaches of humanity.
I am the drawing of a steering wheel; I can't drive without someone behind me.
I am the calm before the storm, the storm, the sunshine afterwards, also.
I am the fall, because everything dies, everything's remembered in the fall.
I am the gentle smash of the waves against the eroding rock, slowly and unknowingly weathering it away.
I am a cascade of images splattered across a wall, belonging to an artist who doesn't remember he drew them.
I am an artist displaying his images, without memory of drawing them.
I am the universe, and the universe is me; I am its infinite energy, the space, the time, the understanding, the misunderstanding, the reality, the matrix, the feigning, the realizing, the misjudgement, the beginning, the end, the struggle, the success, the want, the need, the satisfaction, the love.

I am manatee gray, with cuts along along my sides.
I am a psychologist, compensating my problems with the problems of others.
I am the glorious aftershave to a god's slashed beard, and the hairs the adorn the floor in the razor's wake.
I am the fiery upset of the world, confined into a container for compact transportation.
However, I am the face of the clock, not questioning its existence, but realizing its only purpose is to pass time, time, time.