Can you smell
evolution?

Say to me:
You must be honest. Be your own person.
They are not you and you will never be like them.
So be your own person.
Say this because I know what you will mean,
And I know what my own person is.
To be a person is to be alone.
Humanity is the absolute solitude.

The sharp sweet edge of Self
With its feminine scent bleeding me,
Swiftly overpowers our communion,
Quietly pares away instinct,
Even now drops the rotten shavings at our feet
So that we may always remember their smell.
And yet have I forgotten?
Then is it I alone who am human?

This fine rich bleeding scent
Is only telling me that
We are coming to a point, that
We are not like each other anymore.

Yet
maybe
That way is better.
I the Human do not see well anymore.
I am my own person now, and I do not know.
Is it I alone who possess the fevered germ of
Revolution?

This scent is
Destroying my humanity.