Epistle Ii - the Art of Living

(I) Each of my fingers, like coiled spades embellished with rust, dig through soiled tomes of Greek epistles Each line, an epiphanic assault, peeling away at the obdurate scabs perched on the surface of my corroded casing, revealing my labyrinth layering, my tellurian textures (II) Lo! change ambushes me like an uncoiled python sprawling the naked Amazonian earth that slithers on its belly before stretching itself around me and devouring me whole (III) In the heat of contemplation, I ponder what vestige to cling on to before I ignite the pyres of my rickety boat and bathe in the silky spoilage of my Patrician armor (IV) As I wear my insides on the outside, I gleefully toss my life towards the maws of colosseum gladiators a meager offering to glean the art of living