The realm of the spirits is controlled by four fources.
Disinterest and Free-dumb,
Start again when You are Done.
Endless Circles We will walk,
Create now Silence from talk.
Embellished You who are,
Take what I have near and far.
Old but Young, All but None,
I bring Us to unite as One.
Films not watched by a child,
Bedsheets warm, soft, and mild,
Power plants and lava lamps,
Wander here and set up camp.
After and Before You came,
Causal tempests said Your Name.
Final Moments in this Plane,
Follow me now down this lane.