Zywa Emperor

Feelings squeeze
my stomach and belly
the soft parts

They collide and quarrel
with each other and outsiders
cry out the loudest

to the mind which is entrenched
in the skull, watching through the cracks
as an emperor

drawing frames around everything
there is, for he is the order
putting everything in a row

he determines the world
which is mine, full of people
a chaos without me

Poem 2060
Amsterdam, 2019-01-26

LATIN Ordo = queue
Collection: I am 
Keyword: Order: organise 
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