That will mirror only my mind,
As a conjuror and his greatest temptations.
The clouded street is heavy,
Is a trial and a constant reminder which I will face.
I take stock of each step and demand the earth push me back
As I get stronger.
The frenzied strains of consciousness are much empowered by the guts,
As they mean to break from the earthly body,
As they force to escape their duty to the past.
Looking back down the street the heart may view its sum,
There is a kaleidoscope of different pictures now cutting up the path,
Soon the mergence of breath will cause unification of action.