the sky opened clear a creak appeared through it i was inhaled then spit back, unveiled unveiled of altered knowledge and the pavement split through it marriage of terms spoken and writ so into darkness i decended mental wounds mended until the darkness ceased my cured self released i came to realization and nothing was itself but a symbol of what is true then i was left alone with my perceptions my living dreams with their dreamy lives that's how it seems they speak to me in languages of the tongue, not eyes while i communicate my purpose through a soul which never dies until reaching a day whith which there's no sould left to communicate
thank you. i wrote that one night when i went to sleep for about five minutes and woke up with some images in my mind.