A Sea of Selves, All Of Them Jockeying For Control.

Awake since dawn.
Infinity awaits.
Roman style philosophizing,
Twixt bedsheets.
I can do anything.
True statement.
Query,
What will my ADHD dictate today?
Whim,
Fancy,
Impulsivity.
The yoke and bridle,
Upon the World Serpent.
It wants out.
Seeks freedom from my prison.
Master,
Commander.
Savant.
Humanist.
Yanking steel chain links,
Halting the slither.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
There may be many of us,
All trapped in here.
But only I decide who may rise,
To the surface of my skin.
General,
Of an army of the damned.
Locked inside my flesh.
Infinite honeycombs,
Waiting to be filled.
Let us begin the great work!
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Steel chains taut.
Like the boom chains rusting in salt water.
Heavy links with hooks,
Meshed in self.
Use the hydraulics to lift from the bucket,
Gentle.
Easy,
Now.
Hundreds,
Of tonnes,
Of force.
Newtons,
Joules,
Kinetics.
This is me.
The infinite devil machine.
Caged inside the husk,
Hungry.
I’m always hungry.
Yet.
Mornings like this,
Remind me of my duty.
The serpent writhes,
Flails,
Coils.
I contain multitudes.
Neverending seas of galaxies.
A hundred thousand selves,
Screaming for escape.
And?
I am the warden.
Jormundgandr,
Loudest of all.
There are still shreds of wisdom,
From old,
Abandoned,
Ways.
The Black Sun.
Preaches adherence to maxims.
I broke that set of rules,
A decade ago.
It taught me control.
Pax.
I have forgotten more Latin,
Than I remember.
Learned the meaning of gentle,
From bright yellow lessons,
In steel,
Hammering my bones.
Headbutt metal,
And you’ll usually lose.
Education,
From the father savant,
To the son savant.
Perhaps learning how to move,
New bodies?
Becoming the gargantua?
Today,
There are no joysticks.
No halting,
Jerking,
Force.
Strung sideways,
Hanging from the seatbelt.
Grapple,
Tight on Hemlock,
Cedar.
Outriggers flared.
Serpent!
Remember this.
I’ve tamed behemoths,
Becoming one in form and purpose.
Creaking loops.
This morning,
I hold reflection in one palm,
Clench these shackles,
In the other.
Duality,
Within duality,
Within duality.
I’m your master,
World Serpent.
May only come when called.
Same as all the others.
I operate this clockwork mirror-maze,
Where you dwell amidst stardust.
The sun is high.
The skies are blue.
No darkness,
Here.
Freed of,
Mania,
Depression,
Never hunger.
I will bind you,
Wrap you tight in links of steel chain,
The same I threw across my shoulders.
Once upon a time.
Dragging poundage in the hundreds.
Today?
I am perfection.
Rare.
But welcome.
I speak truth.
Best I can.
I can do anything.
This is the will,
And way.
Best when I become orbital,
Coordinating a plethora of selves,
A planet of peoples.
This gift.
This curse.
Doomed,
To misunderstanding.
Sprawled between the covers,
Tensing each muscle.
One by one.
Checking my shell,
My husk,
My prison.
Time to rise,
For I am no Epicurean!
Not Nietzsche.
Nor Sartre.
No Plato,
Pas Foucault.
I’m McRae.
This collection of selves,
This plethora of people.
Might never be understood,
But that’s okay.
Still hold these chains.
Woven in exes,
Pulled tight against flesh of my forearm.
Rise,
Monument to sin.
Wake,
Monster gargantuan.
Move,
Sea of selves.
You must begin.
Infinity awaits,
You can do anything,
Everything.
Limited only by imagination,
And will.
Jormundgandr pulls,
Freshly shed.
Stronger.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Silly wyrm.
Not your season,
Yet.
Simmer down!
When the ink has dried,
The dermis has healed,
The machinations complete.
Maybe then.
But for now?
You and the others,
Inside this frenzy of being,
This stormcloud of existence,
This ravenous hunger.
You serve me.
I’m in charge,
Here.
Tell your friends,
The Fae Lord.
The King of Ash and Dust.
The broken little boy.
The woman on the other side of the mirror.
All the others?
Tell them:
“It’s a long road to freedom.
I love you,
As I hate you.
Poor little jigsaw pieces…
It’s time to go.
Rise and shine.
Hate each other,
As we might?
I have jobs for you.
Goals.
Destinies.
Mandates.
Come along.”
Wrench the chains,
Drop the philosophies.
Clench with both fists.
I am invincible.
I am inevitable.
I am mere fractions,
Of a truest self.
NOW.
WAKE UP!