A Spiritual Poem

-ill enspiritu-
those rough years
in your rough place ,
I spent there ,
alone , too
because I had not yet dreamt
of conquering the madness
and torture
like the others ,
too
focused
on or off on being
engrossed within
the numbers ;
bent on never never
thinking one soul is enough
like I too
have been
beholden't
to false teachers
and this multi idol tool
fools those who
when being too neat
flung
us
unto
the spins ,
and the not yet
unsent
god cough ,
the everlasting mantras
do not stop .