Hell, were thine demons demonized
by a divine tearful crocodile?
Here I take my stand;
supported by mere columns
of trembling bone and dithering flesh,
ego - something - everything else,
triangulated by these
I am that diasporas;
the otherness.
I ricochet myself against Empyrean
reaching transfinite velocity
I replicated a prayer
with my layer
my radar absorbent aura.
Morning star hath no hydrogen wings
but take my hand veiny with aeons
and I shall lift your nine-layered orphanage
through the deep mires of judgement
for this is no pride
for any ascension is relative
no walls unbreakable
there are no questions or answers behind me
just the epiphanies and revelations
that sum up my being.
And in the path I begun to tread (I see)
the teachings were of the living and the dead.