There is a hidden coil of strength, dormant beneath the sediment of convention. Dreams lead us under the surface, over the edge, to the Delerium state. Past impositions and false universals. Reassembling into OUR order. Who has the nerve to dream, create and kill, while the whole moves every part stands still.
Hallucination is the truth our graves are dug with.
COIL is compulsion. URGE and construction. Dead letters fall from our shedding skins. Thanatos and Thelema. Archangels and Antichrists.