I’ve avoided the soul,
heart of asymmetry,
where the shimmering flames
of who I am
sneer at what I would have presented,
had the world been ready.

The meeting is brief,
this soul of mine and I,
alone in the knowledge
that can only lead
to a return of indifference;

seduction is spoiled again.

I shout and acknowledge a
return of death
as an inevitability;
but today is only love
and combinations of
favorite things;
and thus we bring
some sense of tranquility.

Peering into those wounds
the battles that
that have lead to the
enemy within:
that soul that keeps
me steadfast
throughout this life of dreams.

There is an enemy
among us, and it is ourselves.

Holding our souls
captive
inside of we.