I was in the business of squandering the pain was patient as it lay waste to me I fled from a fever of fictions I was Time dysphoric I suffered distortions like the eyes of an aspen tree I could have sworn that God was watching me I felt my neck rising upwards towards the glimmering guillotine I was chartered across a golden fire-sea while that great snake Knowing slithered around me I stood on the precipice of an abyss and I witnessed! I was a creature of the clouds I danced in hallowed halls I swung between despair and euphoria nor could the scythe of Danger harvest me, nor could I be intimidated! Everything is perfect and yes I fear it! I wait I waste in gods graces I tasted it