|You have come upon meÖat an auspicious time.
The turning of the tide happens today.
I have been a shelled oyster; an un-butterflied cocoon. Now, now what I have always been; sings in my blood. Cascades through the veins and arteries of my existence; and I am finally free. Finally me.
The darkness doesnít need to bristle, the words need only be spoken. You know the words, donít you? The wide symmetry of your eyes shows me that you are ready to speak them. To hear them spoken, my voice is all there is or ever will be.
The power in me flows, correlating everywhere. The strength of my mind is what you perceive. The muscle, blood and bone are fragile fragments of a past life. I breathe the power, my mind born to it. My words force themselves into you. You want only to be that other part of me. For my time is come. The tide turns and I am born again into the night. There is no moon above, only the star shine of eternities; the wealth of power flowing all around. Can you feel it? Does it stir the energies within? Do you want to play with the fire of sunís colliding? Do you want to touch and be touched? Sure you do.
Come let us burn in glorious combustion. Better to burn, always better to burn away!