Cried,
watching myself,
alone,
without a conductor or master,
without a choir of applause in the recognition of,
while alive,
being awake inside of me.
Fought,
relentlessly fought,
discovered by none and appraised by all,
every single none,
who took time to listen,
to meet,
me.
Cried,
I still do,
but I made it a choir,
of everything I fought to be me,
and give to you.
All.
the MONSTRUKTOR