4:04 endeavor

At 4:04 I am just sitting here watching the wheels come off.

The cosmic object I am looking for has disappeared beyond the event horizon.

Imagine when we used to watch them roll. Imagine the overview effect...

Endeavor. They call it to endeavor. Endeavor to live in a box of paintings 

Framed in the pains taken to attain an object. All the planets go retrograde.

June, my duty on the ends of good and evil is to break them free of the illusion,

The constructs. The mesmerism of social conditioning begs to be smashed.

Master it for radical change in conscience, an enlightened vessel of eternal verities...

Never be so foolish, even in a New York state of mind under a strawberry

Mead moon of an eclipse. Never be so foolish to say history is written by victors.

Facts get twisted, people are forced to believe blatant lies or revision for profits.

But history is written by everyone. The brute sparkles like a woman of wit…

Iron out that permanent crease of right and wrong. Endeavor to take a stand.

Move along, march with the cosmic deer in the atmosphere. Keep it out of the new frontier...