Tattoos are forever [even on hypothetical deserted islands].

—I’ve never needed anyone to while away the day.

—And I wonder if I have ever truly loved anything.

[Perfect for a stranded soul]

I’ve always been content to float between states of being.

My life, broken into distinct periods.  Then they are over.

[Never look back]

The only aspect that moves from phase to phase with me is the ink on my skin,

Atlas rising from my lower ribs, lifting the world to my shoulder blade.

[How I show a world I don’t understand]

John Galt’s words inscribed in the shape of a Titan.

The road map to my self, peaking through in pieces.

[The ink, my soul entwined]

More than necessity, by desire—

the tattoo I would keep with me.