Extremities- whole & truth, useful and not as…
Cumbersome and pride less gatherer of niceties & faithless meanderings.
Tainted is my taste for reality & scripture –evoking visions of past lives & lies & nothings.
Without loose embodiments & temptation; the struggle is over,
All is better & classic & giddy again.
-pouring through the souls of the already dead-
Thou hast no shame in this ecstasy & wit fullness.
Food for Fitness of Fascination & Fondness & Forgery of the Soul.
A hermit to pleasures, a recluse to genocide, a simpleton in the shadows
Of the masters. I am awake, yet fruitless, thriving on mediators of opinions
Of knowledge. Cramped and dishelved. Over-exposed to something eerie &
Dark, clumsy & undesirable, senses dulled by intoxicants & underlings.
Tomorrow, the day of consecutive origin. Hot & disoriented- low and
In plain, frankness. A force of duel nature & approach, cool &
Unfailing in our cry for enlightenment…
Onward toward that day of reckoning…