It slowly dispersed, it manipulated my body to the point of siezure and paralysis, the poison, ropes and claws dipped in vats of it.  The crashing angles and waves created by the resonating energy sawing and maniacally treating my bubbling blood, captivating my heart, beating for a life full of intensity, full of cymbolic crashing colours to my ears, electrifying my strings of microscopic multiuniversi where I live ant i  c    i       p    ati       ng , daily, never before such an internal strife of my reason and emotion, conflict of differentiating levels, cities in my brain that cannot seem to agree, creating war which is conflict which is fire which is creativity, which is wonder and finally, one.

Harmony of all of that, that is, including my position in this universe, I could have been a string, or a solar system, or maybe before I was a moon, or a molecule, but no, I am an Adam, not an atom.  I am defined by my skin as an autonomous one, within other ones I find at times I am flowing with what it means to the universe to be the one that I need to be, for the earth, for my body, for the universe, for how many levels my existence affects.  and it is here that I say that I am a mutation, I am the existence of something defined on other levels as a catalyst, an alteration in the code, a new branch, a differentiation, a supermassive integration that often finds hard the right articulation to the thematic constructions in the radial radiation of my mind.

Under these circumstances, I am pinned, because all of this potential is currently up in the air, I am stung and honestly, the poison feels good it just isn't strong enough to take the pain away, would you just put me out?