[pride]

turn this hubris into dandelions, please.

inner upheaval, an intrinsic revolt.
sit back
and behold.

destroy me, completely.
please, annihilate me.

crack my skull open,
divide me in a before and an after.

nothing may be left as it was,
the warm blanket of mold and decay
– comforting me,
but what is it that i pay?
pay for, pay with,
pay painstakingly.

suffocation, dry heaves.
all that is, was repulsive.
all that was, i wish it leaves.

rot spreading beneath the surface,
rust spanning my machinery,
reminding the cogs of their futility.

i can’t be left standing,
so long i mistake arrogance as my ground
– not as the rupture of it.

harmartia, the tragic flaw,
my life's narrative.
my crucial shortcoming,
a stumbling block set in my path.

this faulty conscience culminates,
aren't i the culprit anyways?

hubris,
a harmful arrogance,
the very concept i had embodied.

let this icarus remain steadfast in his flight,
i beg of you
– rob me of my wings if you must.

down-to-earth experience
forms far better success,
and breathes meaning back into this mess.

breathe?
...
suffocate.

destroy me
and built me back up from scratch.
i must eradicate
all i was,
all i wanted to be,
all that is me
and build my foundation anew.

but this time:
soles planted firmly on the ground,
a pleasant field of dandelions.

one breath and it'll all fall away.
one with the flow, it goes with the flow.

the constant reminder of transitory tribunes
– recognizing ephemeral elevation
may prevent devastating deprivation.

may stubbornness have no place in me.
dear revolution,
render me pliable,
take my spine and give me mere suggestions instead.

soles that graze grassy fields,
do not stomp as harshly
as soles settled firmly on concrete pedestals.

calm my soul
& dampen my ego,
for this pride-clad pedestal
has severed me from my Creator.

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