Recent history is the record of one vast conspiracy to impose one level of mechanical consciousness on mankind.

Subject is known by what she sees.

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Truth is dissent, where all power resides in the Big Lie.

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.