With eyes inflamed, the knowledge rages weighted
wings and brings me downward. Black fire spasms
through the vastness preying down upon me until
we are one. My beautiful wings, no burnt offerings
to a naive past, stretch like liquid leather beating
tightly, becoming the fuel of some other form of life.
Once I soared near godhood, now I have fallen.
Emotion is the box which contains our knowledge
I have learned too much and it has broken free

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