Why
do I often periodically fall down and let down unmethodically,
The cycles of my temper seem
enlarged I can't settle,
As encounters I choose to
test my mettle,
A destruction of desire and
a need for its fire,
Could in a never-ending
storm move me higher,
A storm of ideas and of
natural high,
Will my soul have its rest
will it lie,
Before a finishing act when
I …,
I must begin to look for
attunement,
My body must ask my mind for
atonement and vice versa,
For this to enlightenment
must be the precursor,
I must seek to move myself
ever further,
In a direction of peace and
true enjoyment fervour,
A likeness of self with the
wealth it entrusts,
To me may come with the
departure of lust,
And for true love for life
to radiate my future,
May
love for my self be the base for my sculpture.
A
love for my self must be the base for my sculpture.
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