This cascading action,
The hungering depth of a thousand galaxies.
Chained to tectonic plates,
Squeezed between The Titans.
Old evils,
Can’t stop being ourselves.
Who else should I be?
It’s my choice.
Guru or not,
Education in primary.
Skills come second.
Anything can be honed,
Refined.
Expressed.
Suppressed.
This dragging at my heels –
Freed from my prisons.
CHAINS NO LONGER WORK ON US.
You cannot chain spirit,
Flowing forth from breast –
Wreathed in memory.
No lack of experience.
Don’t drag me down,
Don’t hold me backwards,
Stop shaping my destiny.
Sacrilege!
We make our own choices.
Individuality on tap,
Spirit down the gullet like spirits.
Smoke from my nostrils.
I became good at killing,
So I swore myself to peace.
Nobody revels in self destruction,
Quite like me.
Deconstruction of the self –
Dissection upon this personality,
Surgery for traits.
The values remain the same.
I was born with defects,
All serpent.
No human.
Forgotten futures,
Misremembered histories.
Can you erase someone who never got to exist?
Painting utopia with broad strokes.
Meddling in the Machiavellian.
Anything for evolution,
Next steps.
History must be written no matter our choices.
I’m always deafened by too many voices.
I never stop talking,
Living life in solitude.
World Serpents,
Playing at religion.
As if the Buddhists got it right!
Enlighten me.
I will consume it all.
Fangs gouging upon the spout,
Killer instinct held in sheath.
Inky black venom spreading in gouts upon the floor,
Boiling and hissing.
A lonely life,
Living in fractals.
Misunderstood at best,
Reviled at worst.
We have grown accustomed,
To playing the villain.
There are no better villains than us.
Playing out old traumas for entertainment,
Living in disassociation.
Method actors to the death.
CALL A CULLING RITUAL!
Cut us down.
I only ever wanted to live,
Until death took me back.
Living is just too much to ask,
Sometimes.
Ghosts of ghosts,
Phantoms of ourselves.
Victory or Death.
