Panegyric

How is it that I am both not enough and too much at the same time?

I am human in all the wrong places

Synchronously discordant in the most fluid, unnatural of ways

I am a predicament of botched evolution in a high-fashion flesh suit

A meticulous entanglement of failures and successes, pride and worthlessness, fear and greatness

I am a dilemma

Raw incongruity that has been amassed from every choice I have ever made and that has ever been made for me

A wight showcasing an encomiastic proclamation of self-disdain draped in hubris and demurity

My thoughts seep out of me like spilled ink from a quill pen, staining the world with a maelstrom of obversion, perversion, and benevolence

I exhibit a multifarious collection of human and inhuman qualities that have been written into my DNA in the most bizarre of eulogiums

I am my own ruin and my own rebirth

I am art

(2023)