Goal Shifts

A thousand deaths may come
my way
In metamorphic forms.
They may insidious
Curl.

A
million ways to notice these.
In
continental ways.
Bye
bye England
Old.

Twenty
one years to fill a soul
With
other thoughts.
Platonic
Ideals
Lie.

Total
disease of a mind.
Starts
with the body.
And
mummifies with shape;
A
whore of some expectation.
Like
a bleeding, hairless, motiveless
Ape.