Seven Seas Voyage Continues

With every gust of wind, secret taboo, secreting a web a cocooned prison of liquid knowing, flowing, emulsifying impossibly old and new. In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped, desert bone flashed into your consciousness a confident cajoling. To stew, on the broth of you. A teasing shot across your bough of lost resistance and preservation your eyes rolling white to the out of blue. Sailing magnetic across it's salivate maw and unflinching gaze You are its pupil satellite Positron of drug, positioned, strung shift of phase shift of new vistas of truth and beauty unsealed, inlayed in the naked language of the Angels, stage. You are, quickened. Quickened-Quicksilver, tuning, dimensionality, Principality. Hidden depths of self, trigger emotion and thoughts of infinity divided by three. A black hole of obscene curiosity swallows your mind. Consciousness crests in trans-mission inflated verbose relay of Celeste divine? Freet? You are a place of shipwrecks and mires, Vagabound desires. Who dares to sail beyond the horizon of the known retreat. You come to an isle of Precious golds and silvers in frequency bands of holo-hold. Land of spellcraft, music, heresy, thrones. Centrigual placement of palaced internment, camp of strange instruments, beautiful adorned accoutrements, and contrived designs. Rune of keys you can feel, the need. To play them, a feeling, freed. You shape the music into an arch entity that offers you it's drink. You become a dizzy swirl, unable to think to speak... Of Silk robes of every delicate fabrication of sin. Jewels undone, in mythos biolocationed- transmogrifliquesatisfactions. Yet the symbology remains constant in it's sustain of visual topology. Guiding you through the choppy waters on ethereal landing in land of the cloud of uncertainty, in hymnal, refrain, refrain from it's hypnotic beat. Hold on tight, Jane, Jason of the foams and eddys and strangered things. The exhilerating peril, in para parable. Epic Tome, seasoning tomb of forner deed, denial plausibility causible. Be ye not thirsted for the salts of her drink. For these are the Seven Seas.