I wandered towards liturgy, among the wolves and wolverines

Masters at psychology, psychosis

In my attempt to figure out what’s wrong with me.

I was found dead among the wolves again

Their teeth and claws were undetectable, I sank in.

Frankly, I would rather die to this theology

Than ever delight in a religious fraternity ever again.

Forgive them, for they do not know what they do.

now with all my lives integrate

but a genius i attract
now, you say? when these breaths
are particular in whom they mend
in whom they offend
articulate, matters, they defend again and again

I bend the truth to your benefit
but you are unaware
and you spent it all on the next
dividend of selfish recruits

it's now no longer a devilish brute
that fractures the dam of internal
resistance, but an enchanting flute

filled with expectation, like a debonair Deleuze
without a title, insiduous.
In style, and pursuit