Plucked from the cosmic fabric; a pawn. Laid on the board and put into play. Animated in vain to attempt a game that cannot be won. Numb to aspirations beyond the confines of this burden. Escape is all that I dwell on. The finish line always before me. maintaining distance just ahead. So many ways forward. So little correct. Ultimately leading to plateaus of dead ends. Crack loud the whip to drive them upward. Flying in circles headless. Soaring ever higher towards the sun as it blinds. The pyre within burns brighter than the light shown by reason.. From the bottom of this pit the way forward is up. Trusting my insect wings to take me higher. only to extend to deeper trenches. The disappointment does little to deter. I'd plunge again to death before I rest my feet on the bottom.. To climb without end is the ultimate goal; focused on nothing other. Every rung advanced in endless ascension. May they drag me further from the wormhole.. A once distant roar of flame grows nearer; now deafening. Consuming all that it touches instantaneously. Living cogs of the social machine. Manufactured as products to burn. Pushed along predefined paths. Gently guided on into the fire that we all feed. For such is our purpose; to drag our broken bodies to the engine. Pushing ever higher into all healing warmth of prestige obtained. Reaching the nest that rests the sun past dawn. A great fire ignites within me setting blaze to all I left below. Consuming all that it touches. Blinging heat numbs my eyes to the old ways. Welcome reprieve from the sensory onslaught. The stress upon me far to great to sustain. So shall my corpse not bear the heat then let it burn me to my core. For I will not go back choosing instead this fate of combustion..