I spasm with ecstasy’s agony.
My pleasure will burn me forever,
Cornered and craven kin to chaos,
Because inaction is easier then,
Struggling against temporal winds.

Tempests lead me where they will
Feeling how I feel
Flowing from one thing to the next.

Consciousness leaves me sorely vexed;
Phone messages I texted,
All the stages I exited.

When the rough waves crested,
Invested with life’s energy,
Swept me up in all my glory,
Ragged, bandaged, and barely breathing,
Hardly leaving me speaking.
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I am a culmination
of my own condemnation,
Ashamed and proud,
Passionately dulled,
A circuit board of flesh;
Fish sprung to human form,                                            
So much more to comprehend,
That it leaves my sanity wounded,
And I wonder how many other fools
Struggle as I do.