Sun-Thorned Octas

Ring Around The Poisie,

HandFull Full Of Frenziee.

Window-Torn, MidFrames Fall....

Ashened, BlasPhemed....

The Walls Dissolve Down...

Into A Crystallined Pond

of Brokened Glass  and

Whithering Silver-Coated

Vines.

A Fruit is Birthed....

A Flavour Like No  Other,

A Horizon That Shapes

its own NothingNess.

A Full-Frontal Base  Upon

its Thorned Crooked Geometric

Center.

The Symbol of AloNeSS

Forking TwinManShip....

The Bridging oft the

id and the Super-Ego....

Higher-ConciousNess is

The UltiMate God

of The Most MiniMalisTic-ATHEIST....

Little Star of DESECRATED

INNOCENCE finds Her/His Way

Home....

Not By The Hair onMy Chin ni Chin Chin,

butby The Last Remaining

Stoic FruitLeft Upon

the Wilted Web Of

What Was ONce A DESECRATED

Life.....

Ahhhhh, howGood it Feels

to Be Here Stronger

Than any Other LIfeTime...

Home Sweet Stokened Hoped Home..

Tis' The Day of A Nourishing Will..

Long Lost Those Pitified Days

of So Many Past's Occurences.....

Go Forward All.....The Truthe Has Set YOu

and I Free....

Carpe Dium!!!!!!!