im no alpha

i am no alpha
except perhaps, in the briefest of moments
in thought

the mountains i do climb
in silenced mind
are quite treacherous
and require a most prostrated state
a deep humility
ripened by the crush of time
as it drips a kind of suffering
poignant, yet delicious

can the might of endurance
contribute to one’s allure?
what if you stripped aesthetic
as you bare ego
as need blossoms and want becomes memory
and capillaries pulse
involuntarily
as eyes roll into the head
and cortexes become silent

it is then and there
that heat is most potent
actively turned up
reducing souls to carcasas
that feel nothing but gratitude
for the privilege of inexhaustible urges