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Ozymandias


My name is Ozymandias, king of kings!

I lord over the great power which create myself:

of muscle, tendon, skin, bone

colon, liver, lungs,

heart and mind. 

My domain is the blood of thousands, millions which courses through my veins, 

breathing the soul of the world into pulsating, living cells.

Each system, each organ, each individual bit of life vibrates with a distinct frequency,

contributing its function to create a massive chord, 

a whole greater the sum of its parts,

myself.

This is my song, my melody,

one which is unreproducable and unrecordable.

It shall fade into silence one day,

but that cannot scar the music which has been produced!

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings!

Look, all ye mighty, and learn!

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