Blurring of words takes place. Lead the light, O Sun; non-path travelers are playing an exotic game in defiance and in delirium of schizo-affective mind.
Fruits were fudging the flowers. The parents. Walking alone, watching the abasement of a young pilgrim seeking the belief of walls. The moon wears a death-cap. It was the return of silky climax.
Do not move. Do not speak. Listen to voice of stillness. World is becoming proxy-keeper. The surrogates were releasing the facts.
