RIDING THE STORM

indulging in the thrill of self-destruction

but it creates a drag on the ascent;

so the wings must pump harder

and the mind must want it more

more than falling.

 

flight for the sake of flight

climbing only to dive;

the purpose, meaning and value

of the mediocre mind is like

piss and shit to me; see me spit

upon their sacred everything.

 

through darkness so thick

i know my hand is held an inch

from my nose, but i can't see it;

into the deepest Void

only to climb out on wings

pushed to the limits of volition;

why? because i can.

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