In your dance, I'll watch your fire, you can come with me, sweet desire, feel my stare, always there, I feed upon your every thought and so my power grows.
In the absence of ties, the ego, magnified by the sudden and immeasurable freedom manifests and explodes into a morass of possibilities. Darkness permeates living cells and masterfully subverts what is, what will be, that which strives to be. The inner demon is released and becomes the quintessence of existence, otherwise ethereal, almost transparent. Any false claim is diluted in the darkness of that being who has no masks, makeup lost, he ran out of excuses. The path is circular, its purpose, now and always, is to return the very beginning, back to the origin, found.