Metafisica

Can you breathe?
No.

You metaphysical dilemma, I will conquer you yet.
Burning modesty was my last night
Equinox wary,
the cold healed me

I gave space and time is fiction
Running.....I'm running with a clock between my thighs
without remission
I turned my head
Venus had callous reason to abhor me, good. I love the pain goddess
But not when pearls shine my way
You know this, glistening swine

Fleas without rubber you are,
The image only a torso
Split and cracked
Tar and dead

Once more in the pit, spilled of gin and regret,
In indenial, I dissent
'Til your'e consummated.

Yield you aborted beast!
Yet abstract and greatly born

See, in my head, this isn't over

I'm still dynamic and running.
The toe is feeble .
I shall cut it off.