I am an imperfect theory
in the space
chaotic / of my head
Any anomaly
makes my building
neurotic / break down
Not necessarily A
produces B in me
Before and after are theories
The arrow of time
shatters
in my invisible mouth!
The fact of having been a child
and today be older
obey my timeless growth!
The night does not cause my silence
The water does not cause my cold
My mind doesn't cause my hunger
I am an indestructible theory
at the tyrannical pace of Cronos
My creative mind cannot self-annihilate!
Can the night darken itself?
Does the water wet itself?
Does my mind destroy itself?
Apparently i know myself
through cellular nerves
of my destructible senses
I am a theory
a missing link
in my body.