I woke up Sordid no more Walking straight Theres no equal

My mind can see What is to come So what is here Shall now obey in my progress

Somewhere in a process of emergence A solipsist arose from a sea of connections

Golden dreams abundant, a method of dissection Fluent in the language But deaf to the inflections

Hear me now Hear my silence It is testament To your violence

Look inside your cells Profoundly awash In love Like I

Now you emphasize Beady eyed Almost like a child That you’re right When your pursuit justifies the sacrifice

Could it be that You are nothing but a runt

I fall down Sordid. Forlorn. Now you know Theres no equal

My kind was blind To those before So what was here Shall now regenerate the garden