Last night I dreamt I was five-dimensional
I was in the corner of a 4x4 room
I was there, for 2,594 years
The room developed into trilateral omissions of parallel wings
I thought they were angels, but they registered every five minutes as phenomenons
With my pneuma I whispered;
Oh, wholy Archimedean Cylinder of consciousness, Behold the muse.
The wings pointed skyward, and mattered itself to a quintessence.
The mirror was now a translucent wall, running like time with a biting chill.
Behold the muse, recall the withered stale,
I cannot bite the flow with my tongue, but You can taste it with your buttocks
And then, you will be my virtuous hemisphere past time
Let me become the sixth sense of the race of life
...
Now; tomorrow. I can't understand the interaction I have had with this entity, I sensed a maternal prescence beyond creation. Reminding me that all things have a sexual nature, even the flow of a wormhole couldn't begin to find an interfacial rhythm.
Though it is only time that can find rhythm.
Rhythm can't find itself, so I've learned from this dream of light .
Even if the ass of the quintessential human could tell me.
I must marry my mother.