Meditations On the Existential and Artaud

Speak to me until your words become meaningless. The sound of your vibrations becomes a gesture of the metaphysical. In our human confines its fruition is as fruitless as salvation. Your mouth becomes a prism of incantation Chanting meaningless literal meaning Conceived of Eve, The endless desire for purgation All lies I will not condone a god that condemns me Give us the sacrament, expelled to eternal chaos Embrace! There in lies harmony through acceptance.