Oh, Isolated Joy, Betwixt Me Once More!

A physical shell of clamouring flesh surrounds me.

Within it dwells a stirring cauldron of searing, writhing, brewing passions.

Unending pressure, sustaining hands,
Push forth this rapturous flow.
It breathes emptiness,
Yet is fulfilled continually.
Searching, probing mind,
Gives way to a fleeting system.

Embrace the cauldron,
And the walls of all the earth shall fall around you
Until all that remains is this suspension of
Momentary joy and pain.

Discover anew,
Find elevation,
Taking breath of flaxed winter chills,
Of burning embers from thy temple's fire,
While I sit within my darkened room.

All that surrounds me is myself;
And God,
In whom is my delight,
Breaking free from struggle,
Brings me such a fright.
Clockwork within my head whirring,
Sensuality brewing,
Indignation dissapears.

The music binds and dwells within,
Contorts,
Amongst this broth,
It sticks,
Glued,
Pertaining forthwith to drive off all
Sense of normality;
In the euphoria I thrive,
I want to feel alive.
Not just the shell in which I reside,
But all actualization of who I am,
Is revealed...

And there I stand,
Oh that I am myself,
Such bliss I feel,
To know,
To be beyond consciousness of such that is
Pure agony of non-consistency.

To find that resolution,
To feel such contribution,
Unto the inner clockwork,
Beyond,
Far into the depths,
Seeking relegation with I,
and unto I am this
Fate
Thus sought.

I make sense of all I have seen,
Witnessed,
Partaker of life not understood.
Memories flash,
Craving to feel the essence of what they are,
Who they are through me,
These people I have met,
These places I have been,
The oneness of the love that I feel.

It is not the mere satisfaction of sought
End to pain,
Nigh,
Rather,
It is the experience of love-love,
It coheses,
Relativity objectified
From the chaos ensues passion that shows forth
Purpose.

My happinness is in joy,
Inexplicable,
Sweet.

Coping with love,
Is the pain we face.

Extract delusion.

I seek mine preparation.