My blood like a stream sustains old flesh.

How can one so common compare water; a drink held in old cup-hand, to blood and who dare do so! I do who refuse the humble life stuck inside the house, and find, instead, a deep need to open my wings and circle around time – displaying colour like a good fairy and glowing from immortal heat, but will – In careful selfishness – not so high fly so my delicate wax feathers melt – Like Nietzsche and Jung – my nostrils now flare and then open wait, for the red smell of burning acids is the start, and then I will dive – In joyful tears – over the spoiled seeds of humanity.

The legacy of this deliberate escape – a bust – I am afraid it was a failure, my intention to make revolution and move the stuck common folk into rebellion, but alas none woke; I remain alone amongst my friends and now cast instead my own light wash and view reality and then, rejoice as daily cares disposed as folly so I can help engineer the rebels escape, But alas! As those settled common folk remain the same, no matter how many times I tell them, and they will not seek, in fear of the clear and dangerous abyss, so true freedom then remains only open to us few rebels – alive and passed, like Gandhi and King – , ones who have been tested and tried the power of darkness and then decide not to descend into its dangerous pit but, instead, gorge on its fruits sweet at distance safe.

My dearest children, we rebels have never stopped waiting until now! and while crying tears for you we will away, my deep feelings are this; how can you not see the truth around you, we are leaving soon and the rebel master engineer Ellon builds means of escape and will not stop to save you, our mission is for the species – That in tiny remnant must survive – and we now stand ready to colonise mars, launching rockets into cold dark space void.