I understand now
The need for regeneration, passing by destruction
Obsessively reenacting the drama of nature on the playing field of this body
Temple of sacrificial madness and rituals of reassembly
A plastic phoenix combusting into a stink of pungent fumes
Ashes potent with sparks of technicolor binaries
Repetition, evolution, repetition, devolution
I am a strange loop
It feels right to give in
A stomach knot untied
Total freedom as the entropic part of the cycle takes its right place
The tension of ideals that had swarmed and glued together
At last dispersing into a glorious rising chaos
I am an unconscious actor
The below to your above
An offshoot so far removed from the original primal scream of orgasmic life
That it would seem like an alien wave to the ocean of your womb
Lost in the complexity of ways to express the essential
Create, destroy, flourish, compost
Throwing life away on purpose to experience the ecstasy of putting it back together
Crashing as hard as possible to produce some rainbow in the flying fuel
Because nothing is beautiful without a mirror of death
A negative pole essential for the magnetism of this reality to keep me here
I am but a branch of your spectrum, as we all are
Every dead and living instance of your persistent will to exist
Thank you, I love your paradox more than anything in the end.
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