Weave,through time, your inability,

forget everything you’ve ever learned and go back to what you once were;

Be greedy with sugar, be greedy with love,

let them destroy your health.

Give up your skills because none of them are worth going through anything.

Read what you don’t enjoy

Love what doesn’t serve you

Drive yourself to a point so excruciatingly empty

soundless

that you won’t even strive for music

you’ll simply strive for noise

no matter how obstreperous it might be.

Then write about it

expatiate that noise to the point of exhaustion

because in the silence

any wave is unusual

water is scarce

and your mind, empty of dreams as it is, will surf on said waves as it surfs past every terrible thing you are now inured to

with ease, not stemming from strength but from natural laws

and you pass away to a better place

where life is repainted

from colors never seen

Shoehorned words placed on top of one another

Letters become drudgery

Passion was your sin