So many pages of red to fill up
So little time I guess I pass.
For the cause of existence,
For the wealth of silent commentary.
Who’d a thought one
Aquarius/Dragon would be a
More they before I?
I am what I am…
I am the parasite, seeing, feeling,
Knowing that it could conquer,
Yet thinking that it shouldn’t,
Thinking the image too violent,
Too lacking of sense.
For it is beside itself, looking in,
Feeling the parasite was a
Case of bad teaching, of rotten truth…
One wonders what could be if all that was taught from birth were truth.