Life Cycle – A Poem by Rowe Williams

The brain is a tool
for metamorphosis. We
put in the world,
and out we come.

What can we be without
the world? How can we
be? The world is in us,
and we in it.

The world is shit. The world
is pretty. We take in both,
ferment, distill. We till
the world, eat its fruit.

And out we come in
desperation. Hating, loving,
surviving the situation. We
pour our blood, shed our tears,

Rejoice when sky clears.
We hug, kiss, fuck. Sometimes
we get what's coming to us.
The world gives and takes.

We take and we give.
And then it's all different:
us and the world.
We create, and we live.