Feverish Deliverance

Pointed aspirations circling inner spaces of intelligence, gently pushing away the variance of fear held within. Totally lacking in aspects of feverish deliverance, casting out in all directions for signs of assurance. Nothing ever comes to lighten the path of lonely darkness as it begins and ends in me. Without the gratuity of life, all is void, there is nothing to hope in. Whenever the lonely kicks up, frustration sets in, helping to let go of everything. Finding that all is empty, life has been poured out, washing over the ends of earth, rippling into the ocean of death.