posted on Feb, 24 2010 @ 11:42 PM
Time? Time? Time?
How can one waste a dimension? We leave some of it behind when we traverse the aether, luminiferous in our tired state, collapsing eventually into
the arms of Nyx-Sama, but what can come except for well used nothingness? A wetness in an eye, a crawling feeling along your spine, the end drifting
without license, without rice incense, drifting in an elevator (the dark lodge the white lodge The Answer and the velvet room)
Butterflies tossing our fiery evokers, SEESing the day, morobund against what can't be.
For the Revolution of the World: The Power and The Journey, forever and ever and ever.