A battlefield rages within the Mind, amidst Self’s war against Itself
For Purpose so Necessary, laying ground for the Power of Pain,
Fragments unite to divide the rest, repeating the Never once again,
To find the Self not being Itself, any more unknown by Necessity.
The Line that divides is the Field of War, vector unwrought Eternity,
Where the Self will stand against Itself to know what It is Not,
By burying those that could not bear, in that ground so obsolete,
From which Victoria emerges defiant! Only after Self-defeat.