Entice me into your shade of being.
Until I realize we are all imaginations of ourselves.
And we are all of several apprehensions.
Black and blue injurious webs of intuition.
Dislocate our perplexity, and reason.
Cover us with our own vision.
Crawl and be dispositioned with another taste of white.
Black with holes and shrouded memory..
I stick my hands into the shadows..
I feel static.
The propagations lacerate me and my shadowed being..
Full of unconciousness I walk into my state of realisation and thought.
So good to see you once again, we have now apprehended the lateral box.