By holding the machine which creates history, I pry for the other side. Not knowing how long it has been since; since this quest initialized. A touch of the alternative split emotions to death. Killing and giving birth to a new sensation, a prospective.
My stable formed insanity. Provoking the embodiment.
Beholding, the old. Facing the new. Collapsing without notice. Control is slipping away. Despair defeats my thoughts.
While the machine works the abyss opens up. Every side of mind facing towards its opponent. Which has been created and lived like all others, forcing towards elucidation. Awaiting the election of the side which becomes master. While the mind has found its true self, and knowing and living the emotion of...
my stable formed insanity. Provoking the embodiment.