i sit.
staring at this wall...
neither alive,
nor dead.

somewhere in between...
i am.

folded upon my breath...
i rest.

murmuring bellows,
tossing each breath between static pause...
and dynamic streams of convoluted mindfulness.


it is this stillness, this Moment that gives me identity;
neither irish nor american...nor white....nor black...
male nor female...

... still awareness...I have become what I have always been.
It is Here, that i am.
It is Here that I rest.
It is here that I have Become.