Much more concerned
with power over all than
the individual and his mind,
confused priorities
plague this world.

I am changed,
but not to ass-
rather to the extreme
beauty in understanding.

That beauty is consumed
by pain,
the pain drowned out
only by love.
Which brings us back to beauty.

Deception has its way
with me,
used for pleasure and
revenge (two sins
I might gladly admit to).

Once it is reached,
there is no turning back
until this dream
ceases to exist.