I didn't get anything that I wanted, and everything I wanted was wrong. I’ve become an unrepentant hedonist: I see a burning world & I love the light. I’m too solipsistic to care about the conflagrations. Burn baby burn?

The bloodlines are cursed
One reverberating voice I hear it
I I I
I dayspring I daysleep I dissipate
In gods graces yes I tasted it
I herald the new thing I
prevaricated and then dared to take it
The god from the machine and lo! it! awakens!
Blistering, coruscating, would I have orchestrated it?
I at the center of a wheeling universe afflicted fell in and got addicted
I couldn’t refuse

First ask: who am I. then stand and go.
Joanna Klink