For less than the necessary actions of many can treat a carrot to a dog or a maid may leave unended in the quiet autumn night but no more shall the slaves wear chains of iron cast in gold the cries ring clear to me insight dropped castaway shadows dreamt thoughtless nights in horrid fights no more less than what we had before a Saturn tract of time casts mindless breeze blown harpsichord blues on hellbent reptilian creatures of a day when we have away all doubts and proclaimed no God to be ultimate and therefore creating a flexible destiny for the future of mankind to hide behind a curtain as the search is unrelentingly possessive in a sense that a Rosicrucian subtitle is not a solid excuse for temple guides in a primeval Azure moonlit landscape crossing my line of lightless fieldmice down in the bell of a ship made of rubber spread thin in the time that is left why did I leave maybe I will go back I have much to lose in a word everything is not worth a worry of continuing sodomite down the line of a glass tablecloth spread over the corpse of a play that died on pages lamp shade nirvana coast around the cell that I live in is as big as I want it to be but no matter what I imagine it still seems small to me. I wish I were a dolphin.