As the world in front the individuals eyes turns to static. The sense of being is diminished. With no flow for self to dream, will i submit to the grail shaped by the upper totem of population? Rather than follow i slip into a slumber and drift off instead. 7 inhales and 7 exhales that alternate time. i am now adrift and Eye am in motion. As the flesh enters its stage where it beings to torpefy. Miiind is driven by the non physical. Slaying the reels and fraying the fabric of reality. Eye leads me to the meadows that were paved for what the mirror holds. Here dreams leak out for self to construct and attain…