Fire and the void

I feel like the maw of a wolf after its eaten flesh
saturated but unclean,
the taste of blood
maddening.
Like the blood is on fire
alive

Ignited
keep moving
dont stop
feel the fire in your bones
Always on the move
the silence is too empty
the silence is the void
the dark drowning pool

Yet what is yang , without yin,
The void so overwhelming
a blackness that tethers you
envelops you
buries you
shows no exits
no ending
It feeds— first slow than ravenous.

Its our inner demon we must face
The final trial, where standing is the key, unforeseen its outcome
costly in retreat

To embrace— even in bitter defeat
its taste is sweet — manna and ambrosia
on a warriors tongue