Monday, 3 March 2014

The Lash



Far easier it is to embrace the flames and find solace, phoenix-like;
To rise from ruin, reborn,
Than struggle on though middle ground safe and yet unsound.

I seek not to be consumed but transformed -
Tempered,
Distilled.

The lash of flame engorges my spirit, drives me to new desire.
Each pain, embraced, goads new knowledge – of self, of gods, of man;
And deep within my servitude I find liberation.

In each sudden, blinding flash swims visions
And I see myself most clearly, as if reflected in the mind of god
Spread across the deep expanse of eternity and filling the universe with my rapture.

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