Scythe brazenly,
scar mercilessly,
raze without a halt,
tear apart relentlessly
toy disdainfully,
blast without a trace.
If I still remain,
or if there are remnants
then it will be the
essence of my existence.
Don't need encomiums
or vigorous platitudes
to thrive or prosper.
Only the bare I need
survive shorn of all
transient addendums.
Rest of me is a sham,
Only the I matters.
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