Hermetic obsessions, the joy in solitude, oblivion is real.
Release of boring recreations like social gatherings,
sophists with their relentless outbursts of self-involvement
and silly negotiations which boil down to nothing.
The common denominator is “Me, Me, Me.”
“This is the time of my great undoing.”
This is the time, this is the time.
Time to seize the throne of cloud-filled skies, release.
Time to take love in savage teeth
and give it a real shakedown.
Time to reveal to the world that you’re on to it.
The sweet veil is finally lifting,
The continuum is no longer continuous.
The visions are a plenty,
The whispers at early hours of the morning beginning to
crystallize into solid words—Release.