Here she slithers silent from the sidelines of the mindfield. The cocoons on stage, amplifiers incubate their days. The nights the moths emerge and play. She lives through this. She can't resist the comfort of the cover of darkness. Delusions of being an invisible individual radiate and illuminate her elusive fate. The reign of the vicarious queen hangs between the last splinter of the burning bridge. The water underneath evaporated before I can clean my dreams so dirty.