grains of spice
the serpent of the sand knows the wisdom for the wisdom comes from the sand

the kris knife knows not violence; only the one who dances in the blood of it's adversary

the furtherest stiech is the place of sanctuary; on the edge of time and space;

desolation brings forth illumination, illumination brings forth creation

the worms are but a image of us; we devour and we die; we come from nothing and are everything

to say i rule, is but a measure of self; rule me or you, rule or law or nature, to rule is not

wedded to the universe, my consort is chaos and i her liege, passion traverses time and space

to eat under the stars is to eat the wisdom of the great story; to be devoid of food and wisdom is starvation and blindness

does not empire cancel itself out; by it's own cannibalism

the spice doesn't change the man; but man has changed around the spice

water mirrors the universe; so i bathe in the universe even if its sand

no stiech is perfect; but in it's humility brings forth joy

the law of the dune is the law of the universe; the law of man is but folly

call me lord, i renounce, call me count, to 2, call me heretic and we drink unto the last days

death is to be adored; it isn't detestable or deplored; but a key