All creation is from the tohuwabohu

The elevated illuminated and creative mind knows that it sees through borrowed light darkly through the looking glass.

Fire fleeting, but piercing through the blank empty stare of MK Ultra tinged occult ocular oblivions.

Wearing a higher purpose is not like a crown or cross, but like a loadstone with the heraldic markings of Urim and Thummim.

Not electric, but nuclear tinged super nova alchemy, hydrogen being pounded and transmuted into the philosopher’s stone right at the center of stardust.

The mind creating is fearless, in fact, to bow before the void. It eagerly and proudly laughs into the abyss and spits into it‘s face.

At times perchance I have gone the sage’s way and divinity itself parted the waters, but sometimes I think Elohim, the self defined, because it is defined, sufferers writer’s block like me.