Cleansing the Hidden

Last night I crushed the crawling things
Not bugs but beasts with armored wings
Big cockroaches whose names dissolve
Their legs like shadows long unresolved
They came silent and bold
Relics from the fear I used to hold
I did not flinch nor stall
One by one I made them fall
A pluck of head a hiss of flame
No rage no pride no need to name
Only the calm of clearing space
For what arrives when I stop the chase
They were the noise behind the still
The ghosts that fed my driven will
But now I burn is not to destroy
Only to make room for joy
— 04/07/25

Commentary: Last night, I dreamt that I am squashing cockroaches. They are really big ones, you can even call them crabs. Some with legs are bigger than my laptop (A4 size). I just crush or pluck their heads out and burn them.