May 4, 2019
I imagine the source split a billion ways by that clever thought of plunging the mind to catch the complex created to suck the sun and kill the nightfall where we find respite with the knowledge only dreams divine. It emerged, sweeping past the avid censors, ready to cut down the brightest of our creative megabombs. I'm glad of that. It'll survive the dystopian landscape, widening with every non-action taken with gusto by the brain-dead powers that be. The outbreak of inspiration is set. Hands are on the curtain ready to pull. We mustn't miss the first act.