iQuest1on

iQuest1on
the Authority and validity of the majority. These entities, their priorities for the lobotomies I abhor.
The love stories and tragedies, calculated realities, sex and sensuality, sex and sensuality, Sex, Sports,
Competitions, Alpha-alpha Power trips, the pilgrimage, sexual prowess for power, power as Money, and Money is Man’s Imaginary Friend,
iQuest1on
My strength, and falter, an altered state progression, Cymbalic compressions, a crashing oceanic headwind,
whipping the waters plane, in waves of mist, I halt. Paranoid adrenaline paired to noise engendered in this space
between our faces – masks connections, collisions of reason’s partitions, Synapse and spark, Synapse and spark Synapse and Spark a light in the dark, let consciousness Hark as
iQuest1on
This History and the mysteries of the past that counter-weigh the future’s vast possibilities, I Collapse the complicated patterns to design this life as a labyrinth, Each path we travel tracing one line, making up the map that looks like static Noise progressions round the core, that stores the minotaur of horror, centered in the darkest place, for whom I have
1Question,
WHY?

Why do iQuest1on?
Why do I rebel,
if here you are, not heaven or hell, nothing in sight, nothing but darkness?
Why is there no light?

Ti gnitcelfer era uoy