i am in an intelligent concrete room while familiar silhouettes switch direction in the balmy wind there is a dim stone portal spending a light so still and small and dissolving into the sunless wall under the scattered ruin of the sacred world its gaunt mind studies beneath hieroglyphs and into oblivion
it is later in the night and i am riding on an unsettling crucifix doused in drugs and hammocks and the blind face of eternity is wearing a headdress filled with plumes of indecipherable intellect and she has transcended my ego with holy dreams