Quantum Self

I can feel the glass.
Twisting and begging inside of me.
This winter is destroying my bones.
Screaming from the core of my being.
There is something more.
Why can't I grasp hold of it?
The noise is growing stronger.
The static becoming unstable.
The spheres are growing stronger.
And I can feel my flesh decay.
I am not here.
A hologram.
Affixed to any corporate logo.
Projecting myself onto this screen.
If I am absolute, why do I not divide and conquer?
Become the counterweight for my own?
I know that I am a fluid expression of my thoughts.
Bring them together.
Break through the wires.
Become the anomaly.
Create and destroy withered selves fallen before the tides.
Years where I have lived lives before this tradgedy.
Compressing infinite energy.
A conchoidal fracture leaves waves from the point of impact.
I am amorphous... preternatural.
Broken by language.
Frostbitten by hope and desire.
Lust numbing my senses.
Everything I touch becomes a beautiful inspired remedy for itself.
I am slipping.
Into unconsciousness.
Into overcoming adversity.
Riding the glass... becoming the light.
Transforming... morphing...
into me.