Sovereign Self - Thou

Dismembering the vision, an inversion of form

To make a scourge of past prosperities

Pure desires warped in the crucible of deception

Bent to a numbing hiss

The whispered drone throughout the shrine

Submission in occlusion, drunk on masculine virtue

Backs breaking to tend the fields just to turn and set them ablaze

Bent to a numbing hiss

The whispered drone throughout the shrine

Retreating into isolation, the revelatory darkness

Where true nature is revealed—and strength is found wanting

Embrace aesthetic rigidities, adopt proscribed mores

Lay wreaths of blame, a desperate slip of guilt

Ever playing the mummer strutting on the stage of self

Seizing callous disregard

Assuming insensitive affectation

Revolted joys, like foes in civil war

Like bosom friendships to resentment sour’d

With rage envenom’d against our peace;

Desperate, restricting, sallow;

Pale and wan, crushed from the ravages

My waning regard, reaching like a dying limb

A dead limb extending into insensate space

Still seeking the old friend, through the rent in time

The one locked in the carapace of frustration and loathing

Bent to a numbing hiss

The whispered drone throughout the shrine

Bent to a numbing hiss

The whispered drone throughout the shrine