he without a soul
will not recognize himself
as such

the mirror’s mechanics
refuse to reflect
emptiness

yet the void demands

with nothing of reference
all images becomes stale

drawing only
from the rabble

the black noise
of unlimited speculation
overwhelm all attempts
at enlightenment

as entropic evidence
bring to the fore
the disillusionment
of meaning

for this i pray

as i gaze upon my core
let the blood of history
germinate within

and my spirit will sing of thee
to the gods

Peace/Love/Creation

m(((-_-)))m