Project Pitchfork The Seeker
oliver had a dream . he dreamt that all made sense everything was very logical . he dreamt of birds and butterflies of dimensions in a stern structure . and time as the only truth mislead and blinded . by his logic caught in a labyrinth of time . neglecting speculations neglecting timeless existence . oh what a fool he is answers so near . understanding so far away oliver was so sure . that everything needs proof . to be true oliver thinks himself always right . but what can his opinion change I am so small - he thinks . but oliver when a small stone is thrown into a quiet lake . the whole sea is moved oh oliver . there are so many of your kind . too many of your kind
