Imaginary Proper Time

When I

was very young, my father brought me a stack of comics. Perhaps in the hopes that id ealism osmoses through imagery. I am the lab ored son of zeitgeist. I am the labored son of z eitgeist & rationality. Sorely toeing the lines of social acceptability; more akin to villainy than heroism. The natural progression of man’s mi nd & one unraveling knowledge without under

standing we are mercurial