Corporeal

I am Confused

As to the nature

Of Owning Myself

Or being my own property

So stubborn on the sacred

So Property of my self

So filled with the needs 

To be solid

I puff out my chest

And look to the heaven

That sky that harnesses deepest shame

Knowing the true feeling about fiddling

Or any other skin 

Stretched limitlessly

Then influencing 

Great works

That mean nothing

Other than

Themselves

Being in existence 

Upon existing 

They are our desires

And that is about it

Johann Kaspar Schmidt