if the thunder dont get you then the lightning will

I'm the redemption of a principle of rebellion,  
encompassing the in-between of a fastly and forever expanding everything.  
    
I'm the payment, paid in full, but past due
of all future movement.(although i may have robbed Peter to do it).  
    
I'm the arousal of the single point to form lines, then letters, to incite riots,
the diet of a pristine parasitic existence.  
    
I'm the personification of the pushed panic button,  
the utter detachment, and the bumrush to the escape hatch.  
 
A latch key kid of a rolling stone,  
I am the OM(A-U-M)with tourettes syndrome, intoning every conceivable perverted reverberation of creation.  
 
Every monster, mutant and orchestrated mastery  
owes to me its moment of self discovery.  
    
In short,  
I am the karmic retribution of entropy that broke bad.  
I'm the price of boredom,  
I'm the bellows and brimstone and bedlam... but beauty,  
of that initial yet infinite unacceptance of non being.  
 
I'm the unscripted dialogue for the actors practicing for the reenactment of the big bang, but backwards.  
 
Inside every syllable, whether communicated or confused,  
is a stowed away seedling of me.  
 
Every contrived "truth","reason" and "meaning", will eventually shed its clothing...a naked prey to my needing.