Circuit

I’m trekking through sludge, burning with flames, in

The midst of an acid-storm. I’m whet for a sign, or a

Symbol that magnifies love, for I’m awash in the

Springs of a hopeless dimension. O what a glorious

Circuit! It infused the soul, giving life to the dead.

Wherefore, I was agog, eager to ride the chariot of

Passions. A sword tore spirit asunder. Hope gave up

The ghost. And reality was most vicious. I was

Suddenly face to face with nightmare. The dialogue

Of mystery contorted the atmosphere of my existence.

I was left to breathe within a dungeon, musing upon

The attributes of love, pleading that my force would

Animate. But o what a glorious circuit! It lived as

An earthquake, vibrant as a rainbow, leading to hell.