More of the adventures and poems of the juggernaut spirit clashing with physical reality that might either belie or prove his true status in the black hole. The fact it exists became, "quite a coup by him of French lettered desire as I began toiling on this reverie on a midnight dreary feeling cold and weary," was a little of the eloquence I perused and felt as I gimbaled my way through the seething morass into the ethereal light. Thanks to this unorthodox...