metaphormosis typhoid changing ideas. my eye is closed now though. sleep tight, let there be light! 000429 ... tourist Wrapped tightly in my stardust cocoon I sleep in Morphius' arms Dreaming this world in all it's wonder fitfully twitching through this short night Still yet connected to the stars of my forging by gravity's hammering once lead now turned gold The alchemist's toiling through aeons unfolding has yeilded the glimmer of a new light unborn On the dawn of my dieing from this prison arising I'll awaken from slumber to unbearable truth All the dreams in their sweetness all the pain and forgivness all the lust and the longing now revealed as a Lie. 001031 what's it to you? who go blather from