Thamyrian Glad

So much for fragility; 30 salt tonnes subtle into
vault mentality, slip becomes an accident as
anything held over from the chance a cause
commands me to insist on weakness through –
in tentative impression of the powers one
resists in vaguest efforts to improve position
fast, the origins of narcissism rooted back to
pass new judgement virtues, or single out the
lowest I arrive at by pursuing – thoughts one
must hold back by moving, self toward hostility.