>>13418821I first learned the facts from a lunatic
In a room that smelled of stale time and space
There are no people
Nothing at all like that
The human phenomenon is but the sum of tightly coiled layers of illusion
Each winding itself upon the supreme insanity
That there are people of any sort
When all there can be are mindless mirrors
Laughing and screaming in an endless dream
But when I asked the lunatic what it was
That saw itself within those mirrors
Marching endlessly through stale time and space
He only rocked and smiled
Then he laughed and screamed
And in his black and empty eyes
I saw for a moment, as if in a mirror
A formless shade of divinity
In flight from its stale Infinity
Of time and space, and the worst of
All of this world's dreams
My special plan for the laughter and the screams
