How come I shiver, hurt and bleed   If in dreams I cannot truly feel?   Who would dare say, who would claim   This hallucination isn't real?      Synoptical glitch looking glass   So enticing, real and free of lies   Prodigious, omnifarious   It nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes      Artificial, the catalyst, organic, its progeny   Voracious spectral offspring, so sweet in its hunger   Unbound this new vision, optical re-genesis   Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity      These authoritive visions order my collective senses   My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel   A Judas syndrome in effect, former self, the deceiver   Its denial, the wretched kiss that kept this in disguise      Cast off the concealing veil, the rational cloak of doubt   Torn off the restraints, the vile shackles   Burned away, the agony, the fear, the grief   A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief