flood waters crash into stone palace gates, abiding by nothing and roaring relentlessly, spiraling torrentially down labyrinthine pathways heading southerly with echoing hymns of multi-layered consciousness shielded by the indestructibility of the illusions we build in our minds.
got tied up, sent down, breathing disorderly, shaking uncontrollably-- it defies seeming reality, belies set conceptions, but you have to tear it down to build it up. you have to build it up to tear it down. in a muddy white dress whose rips whisper history, the body's chorus rises, open-armed and shining.
