I had this one certain vision.I was running along side the cars on the freewayrunning even ahead of themgloriously flowing faster than theyfaster than they could possibly gostreaking by them as a photon of lightfaster than light itselfas a blurexceeding even myselfpast the shell.
Faster yet, beyond everything,streaking even faster, beyond, beyond.Shaking loose the very fabric of existencebreaking the cordsevering the tietrampling upon its remainsdancing as I ranshaking loose even the final fleeting fragmentsbursting into wild delirium.
Beyond delusionbeyond chaosbeyond the static pump-pump of timeinto that which sets the beatmarching only to that drum,slowlywith dignitywith patienceforever
And seeming in the other worldto be but a flasha low hum in the winda mere whisperthen gone
