and I had visions

and I had visions
because there’s two different people here
in me
no wonder I’m solitary
I’m never alone
set off
me being able to tell the difference
between rage and vision
because I do not want to die
the reason I feel chosen
caught in the absolute agony here on earth, a paradox of all free will has to offer
(hungry, dead, thriving, bleak)
is because
we are all chosen, each a universe
my darkness
the vulnerability
my suns, and planets and moons
are my body
between visions and rages
I am never alone in this galaxy of
time