The endless stream weaves between the seams of the infinant, the true, the one thing thought, but never seen, the single dream
that everything is what you will, breathe the toxicity of another day, the lies fade, the common, what you've defended from
the jab behind the shield, just for another day. the trips through everything, the nothing passing along itself and others
like fireflys in the day time, the beautiful unseen, the un-needed, useless, blissful nothings. what you see is all that is,
if not percieved it isnt there, stare blankly at the black canvas, stand back and drink in the covered accomplishement.
from within the mason jar, it all seems so far away, untouchable, untrue, un-necessary ghosts passing through, not through,
but around muffling muted sounds, words that bounce against the thick glass, thats the last thing you need. opression. thats
what it is, spit truth and watch it bleed between the lines, across the lines maybe over, expanding out and through again,
sifting between here and here again, bend back to see the past through past eyes the now, the here again, bend between single
points, not between, around, bounded endlessly to that black canvas. the white becomes black, not becomes, covered, stand
back and watch the darkness hover over the once pure, simply point to the point on the point where you want the darkness to
spread, infect the single white, not white, now black, once white canvas now made black through the single point where you
pointed to the point on the black canvas. it means little to you, safe inside that glass jar, so safe so secure staring at
what must seem like shadows, people, images, thats all no words, you're safe so safe sounds slam sideways, only to fall flat
on the glass mason jar. but you wouldnt know. you're shield, the covering of truth, lies, thats all it is, there is no truth
not now, never was, but not now, not the future either, but surely, not now. now is the time, nope not now, later, maybe, but
not now, now is the time to stare blankly at that black canvas once white now black canvas infected by the point where you
pointed on the point where the darkness covered, hovered, now covered the now you're safe inside your maybe not later but
now is the time when you bend back to see the here again at the now you're safe from the black canvas.


I will Draw a request for the first fur that can guess the meaning of this correctly.