if the thunder don't get you, then the lightning will

I'm the redemption of a principle of rebellion,    
encompassing the in-between of a fast and forever expanding everything.    
   
I'm the payment, paid in full, but past due    
of all future movement.(although I may have robbed Peter to do it).    
   
I'm the arousal of a single point to form lines, then letters, to incite riots,    
the diet of a pristine parasitic existence.    
   
I'm the personification of the pushed panic button,    
the utter detachment, and the bum-rush to the escape hatch.    
   
A latch key kid of a rolling stone,    
I am the OM (A-U-M) with Tourette's syndrome,  
intoning every conceivable perverted reverberation of creation.    
   
Every monster, mutant and orchestrated mastery    
owes to me its moment of self discovery.    
   
In short,    
I'm the karmic retribution of entropy that broke bad.    
I'm the price of boredom,    
I'm the bellows and brimstone and bedlam,   but beauty,    
of that initial yet infinite un-acceptance of non-being.    
   
I'm the unscripted dialogue for the actors practicing for the reenactment of the big bang,
but backwards.    
   
Inside every syllable, whether communicated or confused,    
is a stowed away seedling of me.    
   
Every contrived "truth","reason" and "meaning",
will eventually shed its clothing    
a naked prey    
to my needing.    
   
   
   
   
   
note: this is a reworked older piece. Actually it was one of the first pieces that I submitted here on DU. Jestalessa had done an audio recording for this which is awesome (as is per par for her, she lends a great voice to any write), and i will try to attach the link for it