Why now am I reminded of my lost humanity? Scents of familiar music upon the grieving wind My seething mind is a questing razor Memories come unbidden in the shadows The miserable shape of the bottomless past Empty with shock and the stress of thinning emotions Eternity is but another season And it too shall pass away This timeless void of running seems like sullen stagnation Spans the selfimposed tyranny of loneliness Poignant impressions of each moment The burning path is the one of change Absorbing the pain as if to defend my confines Personality conditioned by changing behaviors The indefinite ways the cosmos might conform Framed by doubt and dreams of the end There are no miracles, there is no resurrection Prescience is the result of a drug The holy land is a violent place Sweeping visions shall reap heavenly crusades Denying variety and time without parallels Demanding that all follow a predetermined pattern Reducing all to absurdity to justify my fear Control is another illusion Let go of the universe! Still they marvel at the light from stars long dead All is transient, forever scattering Still they revel in the bloom of youth Yearning for the touch of another human being Still theories are accepted as immutable laws Wizened by lore yet ignorant of life A consequence lost is another lesson lost I know it in myself The mistakes of chance and heredity The recessive undesirable traits The madness of singularity The foolishness of certainty and precision I am not a rebel, but a closet aristocrat Cynical, depraved and in denial Vigor has fallen to paradox No longer can I strive or grow for I am now god I am the living trigger and the framer of thoughts Killing and reforming the archetype The futility of megalomania Looking back, I resent everything
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