Today I am in the longitude of faith
Last night, I did not fight for sleep
I became a legend of my own struggle
And in most lovely lapsing
I forgot my self importance
My little raw soul on a row like this
Turned its slow features on like warm milk
Towards the greatest goal
Today I am in the latitude of invisible
Reaches, last night I let yesterday go
The golden echo of those sobs were drowned
I have begun to die, each and every day
I become a legend to my own gains
The lovely body of my unique mind
A blank interim before divinity
As a fury of flowers and light
My sacred earth in my day was my curse
Today I am compass at my own reaches
Inextinguishable like a most treasured dream.
Wuji Seshat 