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Poem from Behind the Fence Part I by Choki


I saw myself today, almost for the first time?

The ego? The super-ego? Just words.

The deep-rooted character I play;

the ultimate perspective of . . .me?

At my core, at my being:

an overlay.

I hope I don’t lose this–did I just kill it?

This sense of in touchness with the

me be before me.

Under the thin membrane between


and reality. . .

if I can maintain this. . .

will it be long before

I pop?



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