The Magician glared down at the shallow water
The light of the Sun flickering against the cool blue
Some penetrating, some reflecting
All of them searching for Home

He thought of Man

Traveling so far, so fast
Towards the Mathematicians Inevitable Solution
Trajectory predetermined
The Observer laughs as they try to steer

A Perfect Evolution

Some accepted, some rejected
Yet all complete the journey,
Outside of time, outside of space
Inside of All, The Kingdom of ALL

At Home

The Magician saw particles of sand
Twisting, heaving, and some even sinking
Clawing at the confused currents
Swirling as if, for a time, they were one

And he thought of The Humans

Each of them individuals
Caught in a storm outside of their control
Forcing them together, pulling them apart
If they are Wise, they'll steer with their Hearts, as one

Towards the Solution

Well, what do you know?
It's such a strange wind that you blow.
I'll never  see you again,
But I'll still feel you wherever you go.

Now I know for sure.

Happiness, I will escort
You to the back of my heels
To ooze out and reveal
The danger of ideals.

We'll what do you know?
It's such a strange way that you grow.
I'll never see you again,
There are a million places I have to go.

Now I know for sure,

That I don't need you anymore.
The change renews my faith.
Inside the cage a human remains
Completely cut off and deranged

I've reached my higher plane.

Feeling uninspired? Well,
You're higher now.
Smoke another cigarette!
Have a whiskey drink.

It's on the house.

Learning how to love again?
Have you been let down?

Yes, I've been let down;
And I'm feeling kind of anxious because I know
It's just a matter of time,

And mine just ran out.

I've been focused on the end
For a while
My child, we'll just separate the energies
Inside, disperse them to the corners of all time
Our crimes are taking place in the vicinity

My sins, equal to the evil
I let in
You sir, have resigned yourself to apathy
Beware, the symbols on the idol in the chair
Suggest that we are sleeping with the enemy

We've been focused on the end
For a while
It's time to celebrate the miracles
We survived, a wonderful experiment of the mind
Enjoying the infinite theater of the Omniverse

Tune in

Realize the shape that we're all in
Mutate to neutralize the symphony
Our waves, those of the true and the brave
Modulate themselves into reality

I won't mince words,
Or try to be eloquent about it:

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.

Where once there was beauty,
Now, there's just rot.
I could save it...
But, I'd rather not.

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.

Where once there was hope,
Now, there's just madness.
I could've changed it,
But going insane...

Was just too ******* romantic.

I've had it.
That was me shouting it.

Why am I wanting?
Over-analyzing and taunting
Feeding my ego,
It eats my amigos!

My God!
Now I NEED them!

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****

Why do I care if you like me?
You wouldn't stand beside me in the war.
Pump my ego, and off you go;
You've got other trumpets to blow!

My God!
Did you see that?

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****

Why am I being needy?
Like a baby that momma ain't feeding
Like a toddler whos circumstance just so happens to be displeasing
That **** makes me want to throw up

My God!
YUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!

I was so much happier when I didn't give a ****

Im focusing my energy elsewhere as best I can, but I keep thinking of El Torpedo.
Trapped there between dimensions like that; It's no fun. I've been there.
It's no fun at all.

I generally don't get involved in petty squabbles between lesser beings;
But, this particular situation bothered me greatly.
Is it because I'm lonely?
I'm too lazy to be lonely;

So, that makes no sense.

I can't even enjoy my coffee for want of piece of mind on the matter.

That's where I draw the ******* line.

My haven, it will not be disturbed this way.

I had to do something.
Something that required effort;
Asking favors from entities I don't particularly care to visit with.

I've never felt this.

Why do I care all of a sudden?
A question for which I currently have no answer.

I really should've paid more attention to the goings on,
but I was distracted by thoughts of Sacred Geometry
And dreams of Fibonacci...

Here is what I think I know so far:

El Torpedo thought she killed The Artist.
So did everyone else.
That turned out not to be the case.

Killing the Scarecrow, I can understand.
It would make perfect sense to me- but, I'm not the Artist.
She works differently.

She takes her time.

This was a crime of passion, she was in a hurry.
She didn't sign her work
That is unheard of; it doesn't happen.
El Torpedo is alive.

The Artist didn't plan this; it was happenstance.
They interrupted her;
She punished them.
Ghost was opportunity (I'll explain),
Torpedo was mercy (How mundane).