THE FINE SILVER THREADS THEY SEW THROUGH YOUR MIND
PULL TOGETHER THE SEEMINGLY UNRELATED MEMORIES.
THE SHADOWS FORM DEEP DOWN INSIDE RISE IN CRESCENDO'S
TEN THOUSAND HUMAN FACES OF GUILT

THEY CAME LOOKING FOR YOU THEY TORE THE WINDOWS AND
FLOORS LOOKING, FINDING NO PIECE THEY WERE SCARED AND
YOUNG THEY MADE MANY MISTAKES AND HURT ME BADLY
IF THIS LETTER FINDS YOU WELL I GAVE THEM NO TRUTHS

THE PASSING OF AN ENDLESS SECOND THE BIRTH OF A SUN LIKE
FALLING IN A DREAM OR FLYING FASTER THAN SCREAMS AND
DEATH TOMORROW, FOREVER NOW ALWAYS NEVER

THAT BLACK SANDY BLANKET OF DARKNESS DRAWS BACK IN
FLICKERS OF SHADOW LIKE SNAKE TONGUES
SEEKING NEW PREY IT BRUSHES EYELID AND BROW THEN QUIETLY
MOVES ON FINDING ONLY MY DREAMS TO DEVOUR

A LANDSCAPE OF ETERNITY SPREAD OUT IN ALL DIRECTIONS
SAND IN OUR EYES AND MOUTHS
THE BLINDING IMMORTAL WINDS WE CEASELESSLY SEARCH FOR A
MORE HOSPITABLE ABODE BUT IN ALL ETERNITY THERE IS
NONE TO BE FOUND
NONE SAVE ETERNAL HOPE
THE CANDLE IN THE WINDOW OF DEATH

DISTANT LIGHTS LIKE ICE MANDALAS ALWAYS PROMISING A
RELIEF, A DISTRACTION
THEY DISAPPEAR DEEPER INTO DESPERATE SWIRLING SANDS
LIKE A PROMISE TORN AWAY AT THE LAST MINUTE
AN IMMORTAL TRYING TO FIND A GOD
AN ENDLESS SEARCH
FOR PIECE,PEACE OF MIND

THE ESSENCE OF TIME THE BEATING OF A HEART
THE BEATING OF A HUNDRED MILLION HEARTS
A WORLD OF IMAGES IN SEQUENCE
HUMAN MEMORY,HISTORICAL IMPORTANCE
OUR TEMPERED OPTIMISM
OUR BLINDING FAITH
TIME IS ONLY ETERNAL
THEORETICALLY
HEARTS STOP BEATING EVENTUALLY

SEEKING THE REAL THING
IN SPITE OF SOMEWHAT
HERETICAL METHODS
WE STAND ALONE
AWAY FROM THE
PSYCHOTHERAPEUTIC SYSTEMS
THAT FEED THOSE WHO CANNOT STAND ALONE
THE SAME WORDS VARY RADICALLY
DEPENDING ON WHO'S MOUTH THEIR IN
YOU CANNOT SAVE THEM
YOU CANNOT SAVE THEM

THE SECRET SONGS
WHISPERED IN THE DARKNESS
TO THOSE WHO SEEK TO UNDERSTAND
AND HEAR, NOT WORDS
BUT SOUNDS OF FEELING, EXPRESSION
UNIVERSAL SONGS THAT PASS BETWEEN
RACE AND SPECIES
OUR FIRST LANGUAGE

WE WANDER THROUGH THE HALLS
OF PERSONALITY
CASUALLY SEEKING
NEW ARCHETYPES TO TRY
SOMETHING NEW AND DIFFERENT
WE MAKE OUR SELECTION
AND WITH MINOR ALTERATION
WE ARE FITTED
AND SET FREE
NEW AGAIN OUR OLD PERSONAE
LIE STILL SMOKING
BURNT OUT REMINDERS
OF WHAT WE USED TO BE
OUR OLD MEMORIES
PUSHED BACK INTO THE SHADOWS
FORGOTTEN BUT STILL
SOMEWHERE

THE DESOLATE BARREN LANDSCAPE
OF ONES SELF
BORNE TO THIS PLACE
ON THE WINDS
AND LEFT WITHOUT WINGS
TO STAGGER ABOUT MERCILESSLY
A MERE FIGMENT OF THE
FORMER SELF
YOU THINK IT'S ALL
GOING BACKWARDS
BUT A STEP IN ANY DIRECTION
IS ALWAYS THE RIGHT ONE
THERE IS NEVER NO
GOING BACK, ONLY FROM
THE WAY YOU CAME
THE MISSION REMAINS THE SAME
REGARDLESS OF THE
WEATHER

PUSHING BACK THE SCREEN
WE REVEAL
A LABORATORY MODEL
THE HIGHT
REPRESENTS INTELLIGENCE
AND THE WIDTH, PROLIFERATION
IT IS IN NO WAY
MEANT TO IMPLY
THAT HUMANS.AS A WHOLE
ARE SHORT AND FAT
JUST A REPRESENTATION
OF A FAR FAR BIGGER PICTURE

EXTEND THE POINT FROM
THE CENTRE TO THE
OUTSIDE POINT OF REALISATION
THEN CONTINUE OUTWARDS
TO THE THIRD AND FINAL POINT
AN IMAGINARY PLACE IN SPACE
WHERE NOTHING EVER
GOES WRONG

THE LONG LONG WALK
FROM THE VACUUM OF THE SELF
TO THE POINT OF COMMUNION
THE GREATER EGO
OF SELF AND ALL ELSE
THAT WHICH ALLOWS US COMPASSION
ENOUGH TO BREED
OUR OWN DESTRUCTION

A THOUGHT THAT GOES BEYOND
THE UNIVERSE
THE FATE OF A SUBLIME,
MORTAL ACTION
CAST OUT AS IF
TO FIND AN ANSWER
IT NOW RETURNS RICH
WITH TIME SPENT IN TRAVEL
A TOTAL REPRESENTATION
OF EVERYTHING WE ARE
A UNIQUELY AN AUTOPOIETIC QUESTION
IS IT US......SU TI SI.......IS IT US

THE BLACK SMOKE RISES SLOWLY
AS IF NOT REALLY WANTING
TO GO AT ALL
THE SOUL,NOW BURNING BRIGHTLY
TWISTS THIS WAY AND THAT
AS IF WANTING TO ESCAPE
THE CHAINS OF THE FLESH
WARM WINDS CAST ORANGE STARS
ACROSS THE PURPLING NIGHT
FROM ATOP THIS PYRE
YOU CAN SEE
FOR MILES

SHADOW FORMS
THE OUTER RING
THE ETERNAL POINT
OF EVERYTHING
SYSTEMS OF COMMUNICATION
BASED ON ATTRACTION AND REPULSION
STOPS THONGS JUST SEIZING UP
AND DYING

LOOK IN THE MIRROR
AND MEET THE NEW GOD
FROM NOW ON
YOU PRAY TO YOURSELF
YOU ARE YOUR OWN CONFESSOR
CAN YOU FORGIVE YOURSELF
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE
FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS
YOU ANSWER TO YOURSELF
ARE YOU A GOOD GOD ?
WHAT IS GOOD

YOU THINK MANDALAS OF PSYCHIC CONFUSION
QUESTIONING,ANALYSING AND NEVER
BEING COMPLETELY HAPPY
WITH THE RESULTS
NOT CONTENT WITH MERE
EXISTENCE
IT MUST STRIVE TO
RULE ALL THINGS
AND DESTROY
IT'S FEARS
BY CLINICAL JUSTIFICATION
AND SCIENTIFIC BLUNDER
IT LEADS THE PACK
TO THE KILL

THE PURE BASE ESSENCE
OF THE SELF
THAT WHICH IS THE SUM
OF THE WHOLE SELF
CONTAINING ALL THINGS
THAT ARE YOU
NOW SCATTERED TO THE WINDS
TO BECOME A PART
OF THE GREATER
SELF

THEN SUDDENLY ONE DAY YOU FIND
YOU WAKE UP TO A
CRYSTAL SMOOTH DREAM
YOU PASS THROUGH THE FACETS
WITH GRACE AND EASE
AND EVERYTHING SEEMS
CLEAR AND NEW AGAIN

REBORN FROM THE WOMB
OF THE EARTH, A METAMORPHOSES OF
IMAGINATION, A UNION OF
COMPLEMENTARY IMAGES WELDED
TOGETHER TO FORM OUR
EVOLUTIONARY ANTICHRIST
THE FUTURE OF
HUMANKIND

MUD BUBBLES UP FROM THE BOTTOM
OF THE POOL
THE UNKNOWN SPECIES
IS SLEEPING
ROLLING ABOUT IN
MIRTHFUL DREAMS
OF HUMAN ENDEAVOUR
SMALL FISH DART ABOUT
IN BLISSFUL IGNORANCE
UNDERSTANDING THIS PLACE
TO BE THE CENTRE
OF THE UNIVERSE
FOR SOMEONE

BUT STILL IT SEEMS
WE HAVE ONE MORE MORTAL HAND
TO PLAY,WIN OR LOOSE
THE ODDS ARE NOT GOOD
BUT WE HAVE A WAY
OF TURNING THINGS
OUR WAY
HISTORY SHOWS WE ARE
NOT WITHOUT CERTAIN DEGREES
OF LUCK AND INSANITY

I BLUR INTO VISION
AND FEEL OUT THE OBSCURITY
SURROUNDING ME
I FIND I AM LYING ON
COLD HARD STONE
MY SKIN IS WET
THE AIR IS RICH
AND NO MOON
TO SHINE
A SILHOUETTE
SUDDENLY THE SOUND OF DOGS
STEAL MY BREATH
AND MY FEET REMEMBER
BEFORE MY MIND
THEIR SEARCHLIGHTS
DRIVE ME DEEPER
INTO THE NIGHT
THEIR DOGS CHASE
ONLY SHADOWS
THE TIME IS NOT RIGHT
FOR MY DISCOVERY
THEY STILL KILL
WHAT THEY
FEAR

THE SUN SHINES
ACROSS THE SPACE
MY ROCK POOL EYES
MY CRACKED POT FACE
MU FLESH AND FLUIDS
STRETCH OUT IN DESSERTS
AND MOUNTAINS,GREAT
URINARY TRACTS OF RIVER
STREAMS OF GOLD
CYCLES OF TIME
TODAY IS A GOOD DAY
TO LEARN
TO FLY

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