the science of desire

what is the inverse of manifestation? is a near miss mediocracy?

these questions plauge like locusts. feed on insecurities. fly through technology and hit me while I'm busy doing other things. it's a knock down and get up game of ambition. somedays i'm floating in a sea of red.

my heart hurts in ways i don't know yet. my fears are triumphant when i'm caught unaware. in this body, these bones i am shaking. tension imitates strength.

beyond ego is time. brilliance is timeless.
the science of desire eludes me.