This is what you wanted.
A sudden collapse,
with desiccated foundations
I can be wind,
rain,
or ice.
Whatever you like,
whenever
Time/thief,
every plan a prayer
But-
And-
So I have forgotten the gods,
and have decided to be my own.
Apotheosis
without restraint.
I
don’t need your words
or works.
Come now,
two can play this game.