It's When I Am Fully Conscious That

Describe A Circle, Stroke Its Back And It Turns Vicious.

To Me The World Seems Grotesque, Absurd, Ridiculous, Painful.

Language Should Almost Break Up Or Explode In Its Fruitless Effort To Contain So Many Meanings.

The Universe Seems To Me Infinitely Strange And Foreign. At Such A Moment I Gaze Upon It With A Mixture Of Anguish And Euphoria; Separate From The Universe, As Though Placed At A Certain Distance Outside It; I Look And I See Pictures, Creatures That Move In A Kind Of Timeless Time And Spaceless Space, Emitting Sounds That Are A Kind Of Language I No Longer Understand Or Ever Register.

We Haven't The Time To Take Out Time.