A treatise – a testament to make powerful  

Substantial in my own eye

A self-maker and timekeeper

In the Tic-Tok world

Of fantasy and imagination

I can reimagine myself

Create content

Transform and realign the stars

In my mind I can sway

The universe and rock my world

At hand and in my hands

I am powerful and omnipotent

I have been training forever

To take control

Of my tiny world of unlove and unloving

If I turn it upside down and shake and shake

Can I break it and shatter it into pieces

To remold and remake

Can I quake and take it apart

To deconstruct

Like Shiva and then recreate

There is hope  

A chance

As in a game of chance

All tokens on the table

To go for broke and emptiness

I am prepared

Suited up and prepared for battle

Battle worn

I will fight with my last breath

Surrender if necessary

A cold mention said it all  

Laid on the line

The glove thrown down

The gauntlet is battle ready

With steely heart

I will make it my coat of arms

Hands and head

A shield to clash with the contender

I am cold now and cold hearted  

Baring all after surrendering all

The turn of events to right the ship

Is right and ordered

To take command

The battle to be waged

Ruthless and bone sawing and bloody

I can see it coming

The listing of the ship

The gyroscope askew  

Countermanded

The top tilted and awry to the sky

There must be a reckoning

Recompense at someone’s expense