The God of My Surroundings

 

My sophomoric desire

My destructive shape

Planting a shallow deep into the veins

Selective on its dispersion

Hyper fluctuating through my brain.

Demolishing and dancing

Swift away through shimmying and springing

A reconnection to the id

A reconnection to purity

A prototypical identity was born

A fluctuating mirror

With its vibrations high

Its light sparkling

Its light blinding

Prototypical in its reflection

Prototypical in its display

The shimmering mirror

Blowing smoke

Blowing ash

A nearby construction zone

The shimmering mirror

Now covered in soot

Flowing through my veins,

Demolition

Destruction

Beauty

A desire for conservation

A desire for desire

Dancing through the woods

The construction site

A tower stand in its place

A building erected

A monument of prototype

The saucer

Flying through the skies

A symphony of intellect

A crash of despair

Where did it go?

The tower

Standing above

The saucer crashed into it

The saucer damaging it

But the tower still tall

Dancing and demolishing

On a mountain of euphoria

Sliding down its slopes

Crashing into the shimmering mirror

The mirror wobbled as I hit it

The time grew farther

Flowing as water

Through the depths of matter

The tower growing tired

The mirror losing its reflection

I rebuilt the tower

I uncovered the mirror

The crashes and the highs

They sat with me

They constructed me

The tower and the mirror

A requiem of a child

A requiem of destruction

I saw them as nostalgic

I saw them as high

Laying looking into the mirror

A cooperative interaction

An exchange

Distancing itself from the prototypical

Now the reprimanded

The tower

Tall to climb

The stairs steep

The tower echoed through its halls

Now the reprimanded

Anger flooded the tower that day

Anger broke the mirror

A fury of tension

A disgust with punishment

The tower fell on its ass

I built the next building

With materials I wanted

With materials I cherished

The mirror was shaped like me

To accurately describe me

Destroying the prototypical

Destroying the reprimanded

Erecting disperse beauty

Erecting destruction incarnate

Fully fledged projects of the self

The broken mirror

Ghostly in its demise

Evaporated in my mind

The newly erected one

Custom made by me

The tower

A film of tautness

Stressed in its untimely shape

It stood happily

Whistling hymns of salvation

I

The God of my surroundings

I

Peering into the shape of myself

I

Congruent in person

I saw that it was good.