I saw you content, and then i crawled away in shame. Nothing could have escaped the anger of such defeat; backs have broken carrying the inevitable regret. Can i rebuild? I found your presence so comforting, but then you shattered it before me to reveal transparency. Like a fool, i was exposed to the meaning of quicksand. Can i become better? I've held on long, looking at your shapes as i ran finger tips across the dimensions of desire. You slowly disappeared in that geometry, giving form to another world; beyond me. Can i destroy? I waited, lonely, in idleness to receive you. It's true, i was awarded, but in a million ways i was punished. Then your silence leavened the coarseness, letting me see you a final time, in resolution. "Can i change you?" You kept repeating the greed to yourself, through me, until it became extinct in all.