The weather shines.
The second day is the first
I opened my eyes out of time.
Get out of sleep.
There is always a vibration in
silence. The plants know
The old is new; the secret known.
Its is spagyric, transmogrified-
The collective individual worlds within
ourselves; I am one of you-
a nexus, a spirit, a universe now
together within our own models.
This is the depth.
Access immediately what
we did not know; we know
the time is calescent. Time
and time has come.
This is a small and urgent call.
It is eternal.
The music units are the segments
of my ears.
The time for waking up has come.