Mad Enterprise

Having me a real hard time—freedom out here where a stoned god don’t speak my language defiles the immaculate, and I am going mad in search of great enterprise. In search of great enterprise, I seek freedom from the mad— a stoned god static in a sky, immaculate. I listen for cosmic language. I listen for cosmic language— a holy enterprise. Starless are the heavens, immaculate in their freedom from a stoned god gone mad. Gone mad, I lose language— blame god and his ego enterprise. In his grasp, there is no freedom. In me, I seek the immaculate. In me, I seek the immaculate. I embrace the mad— my mad is freedom. Language is an enterprise. I am my own god. I am my own god— immaculate. I am an enterprise. Name me mad. Speak my language. I am freedom. Freedom, out here where a stoned god don’t speak my language defiles the immaculate. Name me mad, for I am my own enterprise.