Updated: Oct 20, 2020
"Finding the difference between my manufactured dreams
And ethereal wishes;
A feeble attempt, at best.
Love as proof of existence
Becoming fantasies of innocence
Imploding as a vessel in the abyss.
As the kin of dissection,
I reserve the right to vaporize my truths
And exonerate my imagination
With expedition, and execute love
As an unworthy opponent.
Don't tell me I have lost the faith and must regain,
For I am the dragon devouring itself to quench an internal inferno.
And I am the last image I shall in the mirror
Before my eyes fall from my skull
And my tongue whips the bull.
Where was it that I lost the impulse for adventure?
Life as a series of unlived moments.
See the horns growing?" -- Rhett Paternoster, by J.F. Peri