Him. Poem by Zakhele Anigon

I brace myself with willingness
My strength is still not done

Forever and ever growing inside of me
My dreams, my thoughts, my heart

Beyond the start of notions reaching now
Thus nothing from me can hide

Time's a master, colleagues in mastery
For each in his domain has perfect reign

Thou shall not fret when flesh decays
For my ink shall be cast and dry

Unbound and free from time, I know
Even without me, my purest seeds will finally take

In every turn I'll do my best
Besting myself in what I make

Lady Fate with quirky geniality
Will tangle my plans a million times

For she'll have what she's knows owed
A hand, in the new, profound glory

And I believe it for I know it
And I know it for I believe

Daedalian crafts I've started now
Lady Fate, by my side now revels

Master Time, for now the joy reserves
Getting nervous at the pace of passing by

For I am one, getting complete
No blindfolds, I see the pieces

Defying its conceptual existence, I am a God
And as I live, until I do no more, my reach increases