Immerse myself into the seat of my own boots
I take what I want and give everything I have to lose
I am all force and
Matter only takes it's form through me
I am the wave who is born again to break
Preservation is an impossible mistake
I made this breath just
To find out how sweet it can taste
I'm going to eat it up
I'm going to squander it
There will be nothing left of me
I am an instance but all of time's immediate
Dissolve into it like emptiness or fulfillment
Purely possible
I am certain but indefinite
I am a strong wind that no image can contain
Unexpendable engulfing depth of a flame
Living in movement
Sailing on how nothing stays the same
Every single thing that's in my way
Burns before me one by one
I'm the last one standing
And I burn too as a blazing sun
words do not suffice to outline this rich blast of sinster-slick sick slime. Leopards of Flower babies with their own unique voice that is all distinctive and beautiful.
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