The shivering, constricting; Orange peel of this earth; Ripped from the helm, torn. As loose leaf from a notebook. The layers of this fragmented heart.
I call myself scar. These gashes are the marks; I make. A destructive path so lovely, So real, Rolling like a boulder that is,
I think therefore I am. This boulder of philosophy. Emersonian morality. Watch me rumble, Hear me roar.
This deadly call, I am big, I am so tall. Bowling ball to societal pins. That never fall.