Covered in raucous flesh waving a seeping white flag,
Tears contaminated, they become aimless and their solitary glow lights the way;
To deep cavernous prizes; of thought, of action.
Holding on to Rotten, entering it and mixing spirits;
Again new born; new confusion, perhaps only new perspective.
No matter, now surrounded in reddening flesh and in service to anguish.
Rage flows as a torrent of ill-conceived objections;
Jurisdiction to send a plea is revoked.
Become the play thing of temptation, dare to go farther than before.
Light goes out. Light goes on. Light no longer illuminates but further obscures
The objective, which now irredeemable, explores some other dimension.
Taking stock and feeding a new habit, an inability not to act, act out.
Fervorous ambition is not without some comfort, at least minute to minute.
Skin off something whole, envelop a vessel of another form
Let it be a catalyst to entropy.
Go again. Go again. Go again. Till finally catharsis descends
And twists the head off perception; slays the Phoenix.
Naked as intended, step on, step off, evolving consciousness, no return.
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