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.