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...