I oscillate. Credulity’s bonds spark free contextually burdensome obligations,
fomenting the larvae of mites that blind silo climbers fall from. I comprehend that of Altamont.
The sea of Sophocles. Where is eternity on vacant soul rocks, colliding hemispheres’ righteous supper,
feast of Vernon? To the might of revulsion’s door I traverse, taking only the ear, seeing not,
but hearing, yes, I listen toward ambiguity, the strife of contiguity, and conquer the damners of light.
Forever is never, and never is always. And I care little for the rapscallions of reason,
I care for none but the water carrier, leave the sultans to their dim respite,
I glimmer in the hegemony of the auspicious warrior, the gladiator of time’s perdition. – Sinz