Might Rip To Tatters
Every Shred Of Doubt
You Must Ascend The Pale Rider's Mount.
Ride Her Past The Point Of Certain Disaster.
The Point Where Energy Meets Squared Matter.
This Is Where Beauty Becomes Rapture.
Where The Pale Horse Is Put To Pasture.
Where You Can Really Get Lost In The Screen Capture.
If You Don't Get This It's Past Yr Bedtime.
Proly Something Better On Primetime..
Than A Host Of Ninth Dimensional Entities
Speaking Through Me.
With That I Pass Through The Floor.
Step Straight Through Door Like A Qi Gong Master.
Pumping Harder Than A Harlem Ghetto-Blaster, Circa 1986.
With The 1.618 Gigawatt Amplifier/Sub-Bass Kit.
Cassette Set That Track Ringing In Everyone's Ears.
Of Peer And Non-Peer Alike.
Like Spike I Gotta Do This Thing Right.
Maybe I'll Be Like Mike
Do A Little Spot For Nike..
Doesn't Matter What I Say Or Do.
It's That I Just Do It.
I Know That Time Will Prove.
We Have Everything To Gain.
From A Love Embracing Everything.
Including The Lessons Of Amnesia And Pain.
These Obscenities Inherent In Our DNA Structure.
Are Essential To Close The Sephiric Rupture.
The Void Between Flight And Feather.
The Void Between The Finite And The Measure.
The Void Between Word And Letter.
The Void Between Settlement And The Settlers.
