["To feel our motion forward is impossible. Motion implies terminus; and how can terminus be felt before we have arrived?" - William James, Essays in radical empiricism.]



The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands.

I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one.

I am easily pleased, just a little time before I decline.



I need...

a purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life,

a purpose for these hands, a reason I need...

a reason to fall and a reason to dive.

It's the wait I fear the most.



Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain.

A serious reality, elusive and free.



I breathe forgiveness in.



The other moment I found me in a chamber filled with irony.

Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only.