Just keep going if only in spite of a vision you're holding to get through the fleshy hours ahead. Despair comes crumbling your world as its named and fueling the fire of the credence that came from the tinder of spirit and the concept of soul. You live in your sea and swim in yourself watching the waves curl with the frenzy, have you seen it, has it come out of the spirals impending, the spirals through and through. I seen it coalesce eating alone, a woman and child together at large, teaching eachother how to combat the sickness. Motion and emotion the child goes to school learning from others becoming a persona. Building a Tomb for history to be kept under the earth the rest will be swept. The mother and son in this case are not real but behind the veil it leaps out revealed. As a binary orbit in the night as it stands is just an illusion and a good one id say, to be a product of a lie, ill just have to live in spite...