A Billion Reasons To Fly

"No Man Is An Island" poem title by John Donne


Alone

Atop a pyramid

The beating heart in the empire of my likeness

Below

All these ants suckle the blood from my teats

Adoring drones in awe of what I am


The sculpt of these muscles
Rivers of artful ridges that edge out this high performance body
Shooting a star representing the childish dreams of a city

I battle and bleed
Tonight you just may have a front row seat to see my knee blown out
Wading into war waged on grid iron
Head on a swivel
It only takes a few seconds
To become the fountain spitting out your own teeth

This is what I have become
Physical conditioning laced with fine science

Human

Morphing

Into

A

Sleek

Beautiful

Beast