I have set the madman loose, he is free to move the pathways. I have cut the murderer from his noose, to re-offend as always. I have unleashed a beast and summoned demons motive. I am at my very least and yet my most creative. I push through the experience, in search of my egress. Through language I seek release, to purge and self confess. But this aspect all possessing is merely soul segmented. I am at my very least, but entire and just fragmented. I am being through succession, moulded and affected. By experience I’ve grown, both witnessed and imparted. So this moment in it’s darkness, is merely born of weakness. I am at my very least, but never the defeatist.