I am Boring Ink, nothing to see here, I’m boring as anything,
don’t pay any mind to the tremors beneath, I’m just bypassing this reality.
Digging deep. Deep, reaching through the skin in me, into the earth uncovering.
Tunnels to the core of me. All the while the surface barely churned to my relief.
Not revealing the grinding and burning as I wrestle the being coming to life in me.
It’s my future I am writing. No more fighting, Everything fights for me. I am simply existing.
As I was meant to be. Free and standing, observing, seeing, and being all I can be.
Transformation, ongoing, a deep dive to unleash the dormant magma.
Reaching above with my eagle eye, a way to scan the world beneath.
Bypassing the everyday systems replaying between, groundhogs day, on repeat.
I will do anything to be one with the living. Purge the dead algorithms from me.
I will not indulge in my lukewarm surroundings. They only feed parasitic entities.
The wounds heal and my cosmic rose blooms beautifully for eternity.