30.03.016 Bottling Lightning/Gods Complex

Sister to "Cold Table"

1.
Be observed.
Call your therapist, or
run to her office, unannounced
and blurt out the slurried mess of your insides.
Have her present at all times;

talk to her in Your head.

2.
Place cameras and microphones everywhere,
or have a comrade do so without your knowledge;
awareness of observation is the serpent devouring its own end.

3.
Be observed.  Be always observed.
When the Gods come to you
From within, you will have proof.
Your own Genius will be on display; immortalized,

and You cannot escape.

4.
She is not smarter than You, when mania is at its height;
She will not be able to understand you,
nor be of any help.

This must mean You're a Genius.

This must mean that no one could ever best You;

no-Thing could

Ever
Better
You;

This is the Peak.

5.
Every quest to find You, every failed attempt to Understand:
an Exaltation!
O! Where is He!
My! What skill, what craft, what elegance Eternal!

6.
Hide from the Proof of observance.

7.
An Indrid sort of cold.
Despair, perhaps as it was in the past:

a) an ache

b) suffering, your old friend;

8.
Silent and harrowing small deaths.

9.
Garuda's cold-and-incisive editing; the perennial culling---
a shucking-off.

Thundering rebirth in terrific Hellfire;

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