There is no stench of sadism in all this
Awakening a concept of futility
Forgotten and misconstrued for my boring negative assertions
I keep on bleeding
It's a rebellion against the suffocating natural selection
Oppressive though necessary presence
I breathe it, it's a law, a vertigo
Reassuring and frightening like unscented
Insuperable like the line I draw on my
A cage whose bars are my own flesh;
I keep on bleeding
I'm filling the void
I face it by reopening my wounds, wounds
And head toward twisted lights, lights
In a state of hush beyond
Not driven by emotion
But a form of transcendent reason
And creature of the imagination
It's a path that leads to freedom
A clear and vibrant rebellion
Against the concept of dictation that defines us

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