Intrinsically Weaved Within The Space   
 Between What  The Brain  Constructs  And 
 The  Real,  The Space  Which  We Usually 
       Call The Aether, Distortions,      
        Anomalies, Can Appear Under       
 Circumstances, Peculiar Ones, Folded In  
 Like  Liquid  Crystals, Appearing  As If 
 You  Suddenly Rotate Your  Head In  Some 
 Fourth Dimension (Usually  More  Or Less 
 The Opposer Looks Like A  Concave Square 
 Balancing  On   A  Corner,   With  Round 
 Cutouts Along Its  Edges  Making It Look 
 Like  A Pointy Cross, Or Something  From 
 It'S  Hostile,  Maybe Not  Conscious But 
     Active, Perceiving, Alive In Some    
 Sense. But I Feel As If That Might Be  A 
   Reduction, That I'M Interpreting The   
 Tip  Of Something Much Larger And  Alien 
 To  Me.   Maybe  Not  Alive,  Then,  But 
             Something Worse.             
         Various Forms Like These         
                It Morphs                 
   It Appears In It'S Truest False Form   
  Inscribed All Over Your Vision, In The  
 Case Of Nightmares, Evil Meditation, Or  
    Drug-Induced Transcendental States.   
 Living Behind The Curtain, So To Speak,  
 In The Liquid Between You And The World  
                You'Re In.                
   But Even In Calmer Times, It'S Never   
 Too Far Away, And You Can Find Yourself  
    Transfixed By Floor Tiles, Jewelry    
    (Totems? Charms?), Trees, And Other   
              Such Things...