I sit here alone,
The,
Past,
Becomes,
So much clearer.

I watch the reflection,
Ripple with power,
Cascade upon itself,
Into oblivion and,
Into my newfound self,
I peer,
To watch another life fall.

Through my words I speak,
Blasphemy and truth,
And,
I compare what could be,
And,
What should have been,
Until the two truths become what I want them to be.

Within myself I look,
I plea,
To reveal the purity of essence,
The mirror of my mind’s eye.

It speaks to me,
With such conviction,
I,
I alone;
I alone, can understand it.

Into my soul you stare,
You see the colors of my heart,
Pulsating with,
Great abundances of,
Differentiating,
Uselessness.

So here I stand,
Before me is a chasm that I can neither,
Strafe nor sidle,
And by my own will,
My own control,
I leap,
And fall from the face of this Earth,
And tumble into something, so much more.