The Starry Dust Inside Me

('The starry skies above me and the moral law inside me' Immanuel Kant; 'The tongue has the power of life and death' Proverbs 18:21) the starry dust inside me and the moral law outside me the tongue has the power of Death... supposedly so I babble only for hatred and swallow the syllables, sometimes whole sentences encode psalms and songs transforming unreality in next delusions I try to understand my own uncertainty principles the principles of my own transubstantiation in madness of modelling in clay, marsh and shit and the cold eyes of the old serpent watch at me