I think I should go far into my loneliness: A poem 

I think I should go far into the spaces of my loneliness, 

if there is any space left there at all! 

I have the flotsam and jetsam of an ever-growing ocean 

encumbering my sense of astuteness and discernment, 

so, it endeavours to take away my right to my integrity and dignity. 

If I should tell you all that you have all felled my forestation 

I trusted the fire, but it engulfs me to destruction 

And I sought no water! 

There is no gratitude from a flora and fauna! 

I wonder if they fled me, or I dispelled them for being traitors 

My mountains have not yet collapsed into the river valleys 

And the treachery against me is not my apocalypse! 

I have paradise in my soul, that if you all cannot see it 

may you wallow in the utopias of the Wishmaster (PSP)’s dystopia 

I have no need for anybody in this, my Serengeti 

And if my Kingdom doesn’t ever come; it will have certainly come for me 

But not for you all, who furnish yourselves in the appeasement of evil!