Picture butterfly in this flickering wax
Perfect
Color, consistency
Fully constant all the way, until yellow
Sumo fixation bricks on a face
Perpetuate my quivering chin as I well up and turn away
Never the bilateral sensation to hold me again
And end
My substance to melt down
Leaving lone ineffectiveness and impotence
No more power, no more free will, no autonomy
One sibilant cord, floating in jelly
Existing barely
Observed and studied
Coaxed to evolve, and then fondled
Turned over and prodded, scrutinized
Until one day, to hoist the tool
Crack and spread open the shell
Regained power courses and revenge ensues
And the path presented is taken anew