AD INFINITUM (The Door)

Now it doesn’t matter anymore  
Too hot or too cold  
Rain and sun bend to my whim  
On their knees, just as they’re told  


Freedom is complete control  
     Over mites at towers’ gate  
  	I am the one with my fist  
  Wrapped around the throat of fate  


Venom slathered on their teeth  
      To pry them out would be my dream  
            Now beg for your digital crown  
 Falling with the rest downstream  

   Power becons like sweet nectar  
   		I rise above you, Bacteria
And beneath rubber sole of sky 
      Crushed as you burn in hysteria  


Fingertips breeze, break right through 
                                     The fragile Sternum of Reality  
     I drink the heart’s scarlet milk
                                                                          Ad Infinitum; I know no finality  





                                                                       now  

                                     am  


                                                                                                                                    free  

          I  

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