the extremities of the core

Turn up the silence,
tread the water up to me.
do you see the silver screen's gold?
Tiny nuggets in the words.
mY SUBJECT is myself.
My devotion is life.
when will they intersect?
my obsession is living.
where is it buried?
The mind, the heart the soul.
The extremities or the core?
if i could take a hold of
truth, it would be as a disease.
No one wants to catch it,
everyone wants to cure it.
It dispells your humors, leaves you a
non-human/superhuman.
it leaves barbs in your face,
and coal in your lungs.