Reflection
Ferocious life exists to release the waste. Wilderness traps tepid
souls. Advanced civilizations glorify god like structures. The sanctity-
ty of sutures open to the world of disease. There I am standing on
skulls. Hidden behind eyes I burn away. Silliness fills the world
with a sickening gray. Sticky webs of mush. The energy is me I am
that. I can see without my eyes. The world detracts from the truth.
