Another exercise.
Had to create a poem using the bolded phrases.

I was a member of the sun.
I remember how many coincidences would happen a day.
I'd write them down, and pin them on trees.
I was a a glut of points and lines.
I heard that the unevenness between my fingers would be modified and I would have hands of wax.
I saw the birds ripping apart the insides of bloody masses.
I worried they'd pick at my scalp and eat my mind.
I thought of malicious ways to trap them in their own joke.

But, I want to change.

I am convinced that no black wings could fly higher than me.
I think these coincidences are fake.
They're right behind me and I do not want to catch them.
I need to melt into the marble of your mothers kitchen counters.
To watch you tired people pray to a God you don't believe in.
I try to let go of the wire you've wrapped my thumbs around.
I feel my feet collapsing, but I do not care.
I forgive those stumps of wood that never supported my slouching ghostly structure.

Now I can change.

I will morph into dust.
I choose to run from myself, with no direction.
I dream of becoming honey within a bear shaped plastic jar.
Being poured onto edible treats, and thrown down a tube.
Getting lost inside of twisted insides, whee I can lie and even the heart wouldn't know.
I hope that no one knows where I have gone.
I'd like to stay inside of everyone.
I predict you'll push me out of you.
You'll drop me waves of leather.
I know this because I want it.

I will change.