Murdering Depression
Get it OUT!
Is it endless? This Purging?
Oh I see,
The feeling of endless stuffing
Is the bad feeling I have.
The swirl of stone,
In my guts:
It must all come out!
My centuries alert me,
to each disturbance,
And I faithfully comply:
I sit and feel it,
Death,
I see horror and impossible grief.
Then like a worm, or some foul insect,
It pops out and swims away,
Flipping its tail spitefully,
Leaving its homeopathic venom
To be contemplated...
And the fire rages on!
One-legged Circulator is the subconscious mind, like a big raging seed, or coil of seeds. Spewing things out, taking things in, hopefully a process full of healing and catharsis, but this is the fire part of the process, the destruction before the regeneration.
The Mastermind is on the other side of One-legged Circulator.