I find myself lost in a hail of comatose constellations trying to find refuge in my hollowed out eye sockets.  But as always the fear of change compels me to rip and tear at my luminescent expression. Why am I compelled to stay stagnant in this swamp of flesh eatting misery? Rejoice, rejoice this gift of dispossession! Star struck eyes immune to this sombre worlds fraudulence  and forked tongue lies. Embrace, Embrace this act of  benevolence from the parting skies. So... I tear my eyelids open and let the galaxy pour itself seductively into every famished  orifice... Take me over & I pray to never look back. Complete metamorphosis. Bask in the sorcerous.  I AM FINALLY ME

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