i was born when the nothingness had grown weary of my absence called upon to blunder through mortality's purpose swollen like a pufferfish in a pond of mercury so gorgeous everythingβs okay. after that, i was born again but not from loveβs Freudian vendetta with eternity. but from an organic siege of my previous incarnation, born from a wound in the guitar buried in the garden. i never leave anywhere the same as not being there actually. i absolutely almost there at all..