You are just coming

…and the world.

Only a gallery of dead senses of the past
and a struggle for the cover page of the future,
because there is no longer a point within a point of a point
from which to search,
only the vertical of your origin,
which swallows you into itself,
if you are not the sense of a human
who would rise.

…and status.

Just an exercise in acting out spontaneous feelings,
where you struggle with your left on the right.
But if you only left,
you would know that on the right you did not exist yet
and that you are just coming.