Without the Axiom,
Cannot the proposition live on?
I can cross the ontological gap.
One plus one plus one until it equals infinity.
One may divide without end and never equal zero,
Yet I will cross the everlasting plain
Until I come to the Highest Point
That can never be reached.
He with His logic holds
That I can never reach the infinite peak,
But I have filled the universe with my own vomit
And will soar on that bilious wave
Higher than the spirit rises
Until emesis crests the throne-beyond-the-endless
And I breach the divide of being
Separating second from the Primary.
I will to cross the ontological chasm
By my own power,
Breaking the threshold to the ever-rising throne,
Even though I must consume infinite energy as I approach.
I want to sit on the throne
Even if I fail before it.
I lust for the scepter
Even if a figure of mockery.
I will be the cornerstone,
Even if the temple walls fall upon me.
I bestow on myself the blessing.
I am Mostly High,
And I will hold the threads in place –
Or else climax as they tear in my fingers.
I am now the first, the last, and the center.
All eyes will be drawn to me,
Even as we collapse into fame.