Prose – The Inhuman Remnant

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– The Inhuman Remnant –

I am the sensual self masochist;
Cut away the shelter of my flesh.
Expose my heart to watch the way it beats.
It tells me to go deeper,
to supersede the mortal pain
with this transcendence of my senses.

I have become an abstract;
Without reason or want,
without person or of place.
In the moment I am free from all constraint;
In control of this inhuman remnant.