This used to come so easy
A thought slicing through silk thread
Myself torn and unhinged
Tangling within a fierce Webb
An underlying freedom
Where creation is bred
An unbidden change
Holistic yet all in my head
The thrill of evolution
The power - There to grasp
The certainty - Your own to have
The Fate of Destiny set in stone hands
Is it the illusion that man cannot control his fate?
Or that man always could?
The reconstruction of the mental society limiting possibilities by another beings unrelinguishing greed.
To believe oneself a victim of sin
To surrender to a battle
Yet to win
Or already won ?
But back to the point,
This used to be so easy
The scratch of a quil
Against my racing mind
A silent escape
The thudding strife
Within my pounding chest
How dare you
Great timeless one
Remove the tempest
Who grants me the courage to speak
The unconcerned maelstrom
Urging me on
To grab awaiting threads
Beyond my reach
I can resist no longer the urge to ignite
I must acknowledge the glee
Ingrained to the newfound me
The longing for what's know
The me I remember
Taking eight worn and Mangled turns
I shall flow with the force of my diasaters
As oxygen becomes my tool of destruction
Controlling the wind
As it whirls and the whips Into he Sky
Reminding the Universe of its place.
