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.
