I appear in the wasteland
the sage stands before me
In its most approachable & unassuming form
It looks at me
it says...
If it is freedom you seek,
then it is truth that you lack...
I feel empty...
I am crushed by the mace of lament
Everything goes black
I feel the fragments of myself magnetizing and molding itself anew
I am whole again...
I lay here
Anxiously awaiting my second death
My Final Enlightenment...