Nazi in love

There are words left in me, for me
Words float all around me, to me
I can only be a craftsman today
For the depth currently, is beyond me.

I wish I had a flag for love
Would have had it painted
And waived you with an air,
Putting nations to shame.

And someday I would write
A line, eternal in my absence
Each stone of my history
Would have it carved on itself.

 I sit back in my chair asking myself
Who am I when it comes to reality?
The answers, peculiar, have surfaced :
I am a sword that hates blood
I am a wild horse who gallops alone
I am an ideology; a Nazi in love.

I am an extraction hidden in verses
I am gravity, waiting for mass
I am omnipresent in lives I've touched
I am future in a package of past.
As for the Nazi who steamrolled on dirt
I am Leni Riefenstahl, unbroken and art.