Just in the greatness of the beast, the very greatness that finds me ground out in fine grains of venum the venum that you seak the dirt that you wish to destroy the eyes that look with anger and those that respond with shame from the shadows cast by our very high rises from the lost from the homeless from the gods, the angels and the joined. 

 

Look at the things you waste, time and friends and light and footholds....

 

am i wishing to ...or do i even want to?