I had my morning cry for all that ive missed

All while writing sweeping sonnets filled with a swing and a kiss

An ego so filled, has it ceased to exist?

A little light of mine, gifted from another time, I shine through a clouded but errant mind
Twisting, squeezing, breathing momentarly as **** of
air leaks, sounding of a fragrant heir's speech,
and through my hair reeks,
a hole,
a spot where I scratch me,
the insatiablity as no ends meet,
all to itch and relieve my brain by my own mortal hands

How far up do I have to reach to be grand?
Do my sins divide and hive, and hide the feeling of being a divine, or is it really just your own head in an endless escape through time?
A blessing of a curse.
Am I already amidst my or their or our creation?
Destined for some cause?
A heavenly indication no less
Because this light shines on in my heart
And it shall burn ever so bright
Even if it burns.