immeasurable intensity bubbling off the outer plane of my hidden heart,
contributing to the purple plasticity of the human drama,
every word cautiously reveals an archaic hidden harmony,
in this harmony lay vast heavens of clairvoyant clarity,
my ring holds secrets of otherworldliness,
unifying the duality of consciousness,
a symbol of irrational imagery,
you are most you when I see you hate,
your inner witch sprawls out identifying with itself in drunken rage,
open me up to only find out that there is no I,
who are you the observer or the observed?
Ask yourself that question three times over,
then once the transcendence of revelation goes black,
realize that you never saw with your real eyes.