Drama, trauma, toxic delirious
As though moving a checker to another square
My life perception is in despair
A great book read twice
Aristocats in Paradise
A façade to escape my life.

A person with powers like mine never dies.
Ambiguous and open to interpretation, colorful and vibrant.
People are insecure, and their identities are in flux.
My poise and attitude increases the fear.
Never obsessed with the obsessive quality of peoples interest.
The ultimate social evil is boredom, which I AM not
Influence of people sense of self in this manner is insidious and profound.
With the gift to turn the base matters of words into gold.
Similar to the gift of the Philosopher’s Stone.

Man in mad pursuit
One thing after another
Laboring to master the world
Bound by human limitations
Chasing after the wind
All work under the sun is vanity

Increase of knowledge
The spoken WORD
Ramble and Babel
In the end Death to the WORD.
Fear the man with the book
He’s quite savvy and talks, absurd.
All is vanity burn the books
They teach spells, they curse!

The ringing bell vibrating with no clock to punch
Tearing a hole through time & space
Looking for levers & circles to manipulate
Ring that bell at a high rate
Witness my mind state,
Enter the subconscious then create.