I found everything I was in the well of noise, a patchwork dreamplace of colour and riots of heat that parted for my naked self and I stood on packed, red sand, watching the mismatched eyes and seeing acceptance and understanding. Every ugly secret with its twitching limbs and boiled face, every path away, every endless place. I, as I am, stood before the audience of the world and cried, inhaled sobs bowing my back, screams ripped from my throat and bounding above their heads.
There is no hope, is no promise.
There is no promise, is no fear.
Pain will find its flight into the dusk and the sun will rise on a truly new world.