The battle within; taking leave from Ego's daughter

 A battle within the confines of my very DNA, the mitochondrial rift. 

 At times I succumb to the slow slovenly and lazy rhetoric of my mother's DNA parentage contribution. 

 I battled this (above) with my paternal DNA. The will to express selfishness, self-assumed authority and the beta fear of attack from the dogs which surround. 

 Somewhere in between, I'm a cloud, a smoke a hazy abstraction wishing to leave way from earthly confines. Somewhere In transition at the synaptic cleft, the upper atmosphere and perhaps where this cornerstone might be placed? ME (M.E.; magnetic energy)

There I am...

Always in transition, in the state of becoming outside the rhetoric of became. 

Stellar Mass 13

The 13th son