In my time the new age is born.
Space time and distortion;
frequency precise.
In the molecule,
inside the cell base I find my release under lock & key.
Behind the photon miss with the admirable tongue in cheek.
Sub rosa and the capsule prophecies
are of assist.
Quanta blue.
Quanta blue.
1997 – Sept. ‘99
Victor Millan
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