Microscopic dust...    To exist as I of many eyes    Tentacles in our heads wrestling with    anonymous segments.       Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis    sitting on my lap    Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness    On witnessing the present system    A monstrous collage in movement    Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want.       All directions, every angles    Nuances, infinite possibilities    Confusion of a saturated mind    The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop?    Currents numerous...hard to focus...yessss...yESsSSSS !!!    We want answers! Not confused babblings!       Losing control is a treat, still...    We could be drained...    We could be drained...of...       Chimeras, precious chimeras    Ejected from the assembly    Unto a circular technological slave pen    Bound to be part of this geometrical harem    Speak the frequencies of liberation    The universal language of positive similarity    When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory.       An antidote for the imperial poison