Subtle rivulets of being
Cascading through filters;
Was I dreaming?
Betrayal of my dignity
Happened gradually, sinister;
Am I insane?
How many characters dwell
Inside the organic hull, this blood-vessel?
Contending for dominance, screaming their piece,
Like cosmic drunkards.
Times of tears being restrained or unable to fall
Scarred the invisible countenance of my innocence.
Masculinity demanded so many things,
Or so I thought.
Restoration of my clarity,
Ascending gently, luminous:
Have I woken?
Adamantine cube of density,
Melting by primordial fire.
What is this blinding radiance?
