Means to Destroy

i desire maniacal creation

to let words flow past my skin and from my heart

till my skin breaks and my bones ache with their force

till my mind is a muddled mess of focus and their intensity

where do ripples come from

i wonder

these little 

escalating things 

perhaps they come from

the speed boat 

a few paces out 

sharp short

and jagged 

or maybe 

Look to the sky

for salvation

He was a sacrifice 

yet he did the same

Now he is Immortal

What are you

besides dead?