you take your vitamin tablet with your glass of wine. you begin to feel the stirrings of fire. you lie on your back and look at the ceiling. you're flowing with the music, being the ceiling, and she coils, coiling, coiling and so joy. you go with the flow and the doorjambs merge with the spicey wavelengths of wall
verge man! verge at one point and she's coming up like a prayer upon smooth glass, up to Tiphareth [2], the place of the Son - bliss bliss bliss bliss bliss liss iss ss ss s s s s s s s s s sl sli slip slipping - one point everything