Meditations [1]

The parts of my self, seeks full attention.

The art of myself,

is to seek full immersion.

The heart of myself, seeks full dimension.

The war of my hell,

Is a dispute I fail to fully mention.

The cleanliness I aspire,

It fully feeds my spirit.

The angels I admire,

And their wings I may hear them.

The battle is upward,

I am clawing at the bottom.

The reason I move forward?

Is I ‘need’.

I need to become purest.

I need to reach my exact altitude – to eventually decline and descend,

But eventually I will restart, and claw at it all again.