Transgression of identity the theft of Mnemosyne

Titanic power ancient Greek, rituals of the past that future seeks.

While with each life that lingers on words I speak creep through my esophagus on my tongue lies their feet.

The trails of my ancestors the gift that repeats.

Spoken into the air unabashed truths mixed with the caress of their lies,

peeling back the tedious skins until naked flesh is exposed by time.

But....what entity am I?

That conforms against will remaining yet the same shifting and morphing each day the SAME shape.

Contradictions and conflictions label each day.

Trapped in a matrix that is unforgiving and malicious,

cultivating each blood cell until the vile is filled.

My body a mere skeleton; a vapor of human will.

What comes to pass in the death of man?

That he created fate in the doing of his own hands...

What works will be my demise?

Will it come prematurely or delayed far behind?

Is there power in my existence or am I merely livid?

If the body is absent what imprint was ever given?

Quest untitled. everything is unknown and unwritten.

I can only relinquish the thoughts of my heart, the purity of my sin, the visions of my mind, and stages I've been.

So take what YOU see....

what came to mind when you thought of me?