The World of Myth Magazine

Umpteenth power of magnitude,
earthquake in the marrow

telluric dance within my bones.

I am a solitary listener of my soul,
mostly after each apex

but my thoughts stagger in disarray.

Strictly in line,
my soldier neurons.

Here I stand like a general of myself
in charge of fighting my innermost battles

but I lost control of the ancient self
that was instilled in me
before I even existed in the sacred womb.

Unreachable,
a libertine hobo my spirit is.

An odd creature I suspect I am
when I dream of divine transcendence
at the gates of transhumanism.

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