Identity, Genesis, Affection

An arrogant being of Faux Perfection.

On a journey of self-discovery.

Limited power of self-reflection.

Through Pure luck finding a source of Beauty.

The rules were written, and quickly Burned.

Liberty found, what he had Yearned.

War of words, the world turned.

To Love, to Loath, to Live, Bastion of Emotion.

Maelstrom of order and chaos.

Empire of the mind built on a sunday.

A coup d'etat the following monday.

Matter over mind, Private Locomotion.

It’s difficult to say what reels one in.

What can be said: Poetry is Love’s twin.