May 21, 2019
So you go deep. I follow, a mere wisp of a one-time man that no longer exists in the fashion holding the myriad plans he inside his expanding skull. Shattered against the blue, the sky becomes black, with the skull transforming into a vast spaceship of intricate design, crusted with rubies, amethyst and chewed bubble gum, the vehicle that best suits his new beginning on his new found world. He knows no one can see it. He holds it close inside his mouth. When he speaks, the new culture speaks. He is the new prophet of the new people.