I am the etheral

I am the etheral
The space between your minds
The sex created by your thoughts
the ectoplasm of your minds

Space noncomformity

To study the whole universe you have to go to university

to a city, in the universe

pure unadularated desire

insipid life code

the ectoplasm of your minds

An insipid dark matter joining all

tingling adjoining like Odo’s shapeshifters

but oozing, seeping, escaping and invading

spreading it’s plague of madness, a fascist groove thing