It is an I world. But I do not stand for the collection. I stand formyself.
Upon the porcelain of the land
Is there no fun in life if you wish forever to please. There is no joy in life if not that shared between yourself and passions plenty.
I am not here to stand for the collection, nor I am just to stand for me.
Bring down your fury of Knowledge and reak of subtle prayers.
Look in towards yourself, out to the unknown.
Will your soul defy the Liminality, who will defy such prowess.
Come take now what you have deserved
Surrender Not the collective but the self.