A Low Supreme

Reduced to an atom-like essence In the final fight The streams of memories Haunting all my dreams no matter what I do Negated with immediate effect As if reason was a myth In the flood - we are a low supreme Inclined to tranquillize, become numb to life In the remaining light The rivers of maladies Flowing into my heart no matter how much I choke Tainted with obedient neglect As if this season was a gift In the flood - we are a low supreme