Wax and Wane

Pray Tell, Heretic

I am sincere, and I am dust. I am capable of the greatest manifestations, and I shan’t follow the path of righteousness. Scaling mountains and building bridges isn’t my call. Leave those exploits to the wretched, who dwell in their pride and who scrounge the earth for reasons. I am the air and I am the Was. I am a state of mind impenetrable to your forces. And this is when they sigh and whisper, “No,” as if I had the comprehension to decipher the negative ions that erupted in the atmosphere.