an agent of infinityA Poem by alan khan
filth. and chaotic anarchy.
i hope that the tyranny of pretense dies a slow and agonizingly violent death.
the greed and prideful self righteous rationale i hope and dream will someday go up in sudden and carnal flame.
luminescent and primordial. these are the qualities that occupy this evening. born from this masterful combination of disorder and beauty.
a man enters with with his fiery gaze over toward the female he claims as his own. she's already lost her sense and human understanding. she has been caressed by the melody and bass that vibrates through the air.
this man is the sort of man that will rip a room to shreds if he so desires. other conscious beings be DAMNED. he is without the ability to exist outside his society's and emotion's grasp. and so rage ensnares. artificial rage. but wounds know not the difference. she experiences that rage first hand and can do nothing but be trapped in it's effects.
i shall become an agent of the infinite. more than a force of nature, a storm. i've freedom and chaos to spread. fear me those in comfort. seek me out those in fear. i am a good man's negative. a bad man's positive. i am nothing. i am, just as you,
© 2012 alan khan
Added on February 15, 2012
Last Updated on February 15, 2012