Orgnsm Experiencer Notebook

oh dearest all
which is mineself
it hurts
this division
in me
in thy name
i hurt
in you
of you
of we
[i am not i*]
we make us hurt
our perfect will expressed
there is no choice
in me
no control
stripped down
unknotted
unbounding convention
i know the intent is good
the intent of the dis-ease
but i do not need it
and i do not reject it
and the pain exploded
within we
i do not reject
i will not separate
not again
i will purify the sickness from mine actions
the shell holds tight
but my beak is stronger

*i is an inaccurate antiquated figure of the speech of man