I played again, I lost again. No room for a warm stream beamed by the blessings of my ego. My perception is tainted, cool dark visions mumble lost dreams in the echo of the horizon.
Come at me, feel the ice that is my skin. Here I remain hidden by the lack of smell. Frozen midblink and cursed by the mosaic illusion of a sabotage. But there I will; there I conquer. Raised by the Moonlight, turned into relic. Moving forward, shields of flesh. Lorn, greed and thunder. Building under, growl and plunder. Power of kin, steeled wonder.
Welcome, grace be louder, long for nourishment. A deed gone inside the cross of past believers delivered doors, crooked and burnt. Vanquished and reformed to their heavenly prison,
keep us busy.
The earth full of spoils. I don't care for treasure in gold and diamond, and the lack of shelter does not scare me. I wander through wonders, turn myself into butterflies, flowers, volcanoes... or predators. I smile with the movement of entropy, change with change, adapt my breath to the pace of the impredictable.
Resources are as abundant as the stepts I have left on my feet. Swirls of light recoil with the passing of stars printed in space. Rules don't apply to me, as I am one with the system and one with it's destruction, giving ground for the creation of a new one. I don't have a love language; love is my language.
Why would I mistrust what 'I myself' is capable of doing? In the vision of all that I am, there are no lies told by all that I am not. Differences are the emptiness yet to be explored. We, you and me, get diluted in the restraint of the brain.
And boundaries fade as I fly by the cracks of possibility.
