Oh,
What a great pleasure it will be
If everything that i teach the universe,
And it's children
Then bounces back onto me,
Like a mirror,
A reflection;
And if it then peels my skin
Million shards of glass
From the tip of my nose to the bottom of my feet
For 7 years of misery and bad luck
And leaves me walking around
A skeleton, and a brain,
No heart,
Bleeding senseless.
And, What a great pleasure it will be,
If everything that i learn,
Beats and assaults said missing heart,
And what if omniscience
Sees me as Immortal
As painless,
As numb;
And if so, will that surmise the burdens of all that i know?
The burdens of my knowledge?
Chamber after chamber
Knock after knock
And if so,
I wonder,
If that will count,
as a beating heart?
Yasiru.
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