Self-Portrait

A vision that surprises me won't suit,
So I envision myself a marvel...
Another cascade of words from any other
Continues to deflect a return of a burned image to haunt you.
I propel a trajectory forward
With the speed of a delusion unknown.
Little do they know I have only just begun-
What's inside is that of a simmer
Long kept at a low tempo, so long
As to quake the material stretch into expand
And cause the simmer to spill
Across all boundaries,
So at the very last
You will feel
All I always have been.
Beware of the reach gone for too long,
For even I am unaware
Of all the result,
Of the undone