Breakdown

My journey is a journey well-prepared;

I know which expectations to expect.

The others on the road, alone and scared,

who watch the way I walk with warm respect

are brought to prosper by my guiding hand.

I write my cantos, and in song perfect

this paragon of paradise, and. . . and. . .

words \br/ e\a/ k

I would like to un. f. . o. . . c. . . . u. . . . . s

like a lonely eye swelling up with tears

and >cllpse< like the burning star

I am

a burdened beast

who seeks

release me in the aether

witness my chaos, sad disease displayed,

Extinguish. every galaxy I've made

incessant, infinite, inane demands

all brought to ruin by my throbbing hands

Oblivion in paradise

        how nice.

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-x2A