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Fragility
there is the power of man
and there is the will of God
when the two do not pursue the same method
tragedy is necessary
I am a tragedy;
a poem blindly written, and rewritten and rewritten, but never once read
monsters are born of this flaw within our nature
this flaw is bred into us in our flesh and in our deeds
I am a monster;
a disease
a virus
a defect of the mind
the heart
the soul
when the neurotic mind of man can self-realize a God
one can see a glimpse of his own truth
I am a lie;
spoken
written
thought
repeated
believed
mistaken
the potency of the serpent
the glory of the light
the fragility of man
the unabashed will of venom
the resurrection of life
the reality of sin
yet, I continue to see, after all of this
that there was a moment
an instant
where I understood this flood of life that filled my veins, and floored the walls of my mind
the shimmering young skin of the winding, coiling serpent
now in the gleam of glorious light
and the freedom felt when finally succumbing
to the will of your own fragility
lightning struck the page
and meaning forever flowed from it