I like this rage inside of me.
It raises me up
So my footsteps are light.
It concentrates my focus
And the more I focus the more
      physically real the world becomes
And the less I become a part of it.
My five focused senses take in this
      sensual world, breathe in every scrap.
I see out of eyes confined in my head only
      because God has deemed it so. If I saw
      more I would not care.
My frozen fingertips burn with cold, and it feels good.
Pain of the body does not concern the mind.
      The body cannot equal the mind. The body
      does not feel, does not feel pain, does not
      feel pain the way the mind feels pain.
The body is limited to the sensual world, but now
      with elevated perception reaches its most
      satisfied state
And the mind, in this concentrated rage, is at
      its most potent as well.
Does rage perfect mind and body?
Or is it only an illusion?

This rage is gone.

...In all its glory.

Background

Mel World Home