I am a calculation,

an assemblage of energies;

a distant swell

on an ocean of elements;

a motion

under the moonlit concept of me;

the force

of historical facts

(most of which are forgotten)

of family,

(most of which is denied)

a swirl of work, interests, habits;

the far and wide concept of NOW

fanning out in all directions -

and this concept,

somehow entrusted

a concentration called I,

worries me sometimes

I don't like that

I don't like that