it's more stern than life has made it.
I have a will to move,
but it is lost inside its groove.
I want to destroy them all.
If not today, than maybe tomorrow.
I will make them vanish or fall.
I am silent as I endure.
I saved some drops of sunlight,
acid for the obscure.
not in itself, but in its result.
I exist within myself alone,
in closer communion with insult.
nor is it the other way around.
Depth lies where it is sought,
not in the height where it is found.