The world has grown bad...
Let vultures stand prey, where bird's of flight fail to perch...
Through atomic crescendos, and tropes of similitude...
Truth is concealed in shadows...
That the world cannot receive...
A Divine Madness, embodied by Bacchus...
Our state is to despise everything unobtainable...
Most mankind has the nature of children in their intellects... Held interested in sensible objects... 
In pictures, of symbols... Presenting to their imaginations...
Two objects are served by creative flux of a Cosmic Dance... 
The crux of Limitless Light...
Embodiment of wisdom...
It serves to preserve... Revealing in imagery and parabol...
Beyond a shadow of a doubt...
Outer world showing a wasteland of untruths...
Mutterings of a misinformed, misanthropic muse...
Dark circles, beneath liquid pools, nails bitten, once smitten... Rocking back and forth... 
Stuck between this tesseract of an Aperspectival madness ...
Here, one can neither stand nor lie...
Dark, shattered faces, sneer and snarl... Looming from a misty gloom of mudcracked houses, through doors leading to a netherworld of horrors... Not devoid of unity, kaleidoscopic pictures remain mirrored in memory....
Fear... Is not real... It never was and never will be... 
What is real always was and can never be destroyed... 
Through the paradox ...truth can be found...
The Absolute and Unequivocal Truth...
...Love...
To exist, Love need not have a polarity...
Overcoming the fire with its tender ferocity....
The Harmony of a grand sweeping cosmic cacophony, woven within the latticework of crystallic light...
The 49 petals of a Lotus-Lily Rose...