Video Poem In Which I Transition Into Mitochondira de Aeon Ginsberg 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aeon Ginsberg - Poem In Which I Transition Into Mitochondira Lyrics

the powerhouse of the cell.

a waitress goes viral bodyslamming a pervert – rejoice!
I want to body slam everyone who ever hurt me

but I am weak now so it is time to work on getting swole
until it’s possible to body the world.

Remember when milk was supposed to give you strong bones?
I stopped drinking dairy and now it just gives me strong gas

so maybe bodyslamming is off the table, but I could chokeslam
with my unfortunate bowels – rejoice to your distance: for being downwind(?) from me.

I used to be fit and even than I was better at running away
from my fears, then running into the flames of unforgiveness.

When I was young, I remember running from anything
that could bite into me, whichever way that would be.

One of the last memories I have of my brother is restraining him
from swinging fists at me and my mother.

He was a powerhouse of the cell, the cell being the family.
I need to get swole so I can do more than just run or restrain –
I need to not be afraid of my mortality so much that it overtakes.
But I am afraid. If they recorded it, my first autonomous feeling

would probably be fear. Fear of myself, of the world, of mankind.
Being alive is a shitty undertaking. I need to undertake getting swole.

Take the rug from under myself, I don’t get to decide that this world
is worth being strong enough to destroy me.

The Undertaker chokeslams Mankind through the top
of the cell in ‘98 – when I’m swole I’ll chokeslam mankind too

and through that will know if it’s worth it to live long enough
to die for a world destined to overpower you.