who is worthy of this name

what am I 

but the universe

fused and twisted into 

psychosis 

she spits back what I spit up 

and not for one second am I 

the same as I was. 

I am the mutation that 

does not cease

I am the revision that 

lacks a history 

and a blueprint 

and an essence 

other than that which 

I forged with my own two hands. 

but I can't see them anymore... 

they weren't in the plans.