Don’t know what I have or don’t have but I have though running late as usual even in the timeless realm joy of being in a place where I don’t belong joy of what cannot be explained not to mention the staircase at whatever level of oblivion take the phrase don’t belong take the phrase with you when you go where you belong along with the unreachable why well-disguised marooned in why not along with the voice after all I have done as you answer calmly when I get there then I know all is trial and error who I call myself always held hostage by unknown factors referred to simply as darkness referred to simply as radiance transcendent in the background or if you don’t get there you don’t have to disappear no more where I am from now on to now as I become the prince of helplessness without his white horse