Crush some and elate others with a sense of purpose.Lest my debate be misconstrued as a vote in its favour,in my favour.Visual harmony can never resonate with my spirit.I have to look away from myself to escape the blackened allure.My song has died a painful death.What had once been undulant cascading song of my existence and wonder is now careened in strident and petulant debate.Heaven itself seems to be transformed by the lack of general consensus among its celestial inhabitants.I feel my heart is on the verge of true upheavel,something that I cannot ignore,something that i cannot resolve.I feel as if the universal fabric of time and space has rendered my dimensional physicality into nothingness.
I sometimes wonder how i live,I have a gutteral instinct that tells me about a ferocious shower of whiteness will burst in my soul,disintegrating me,distorting me and eventually making me pure.Life seems like a spiralling tornado of silver flames that engulf me now and then into a space of nothingness.There is a feverish choir of wailing voices loosened by a clamour of piteous pleading sobs of my own that keep on humming mercilessly in my heart.
I let out a houl of despair in the language of thunder,a cry to heaven that resonates through the vast stellar reaches of the universe.Yet i am unheared,my wail is answered by no-one but the gust of wind that blows through my empty soul...
