The thin film of blindness
that veils foggy eyes,
as the dimmer nestles in.
A downward spiral,
A fallen seraph,
still reaching for the sky;
Clenching the embrace of the light,
while shadows and apparitions
thrash at the feathers
and flesh
Until those whom once flew
are unable to take flight;
Unable to rise
to new heights.
Without method
there is only madness.
With new methods,
only come new madnesses.
We can only become whole
once we’ve properly redistributed our particles
keeping but a single granulate to ourselves…
to begin the next iona.
Pick up right where you left off.
Enter the ring swinging.
Show `em why you’re the leading contender,
because the most marginal growth
happens when no one is watching.