When I begin to be

something dark and mean

it seems to me

that I must unbecome, quickly

When I start to turn

into a snapping beast

It’s time to turn again

and divest from teeth and claws

We are always told

we must become this or that

but sometimes I wish

to dissolve that creation

In dissolution there is peace

I wish it were so simple

to halt that sudden change

and when I become the raging storm

May I always, ever, unbecome