Jet Le Parti.

 Prelude / Anthem of the Cult of Currency

Vacant.
Though these locks seem rustic.
Do you know the limits of a land that’s barren?
It lies beyond struggle.
Simply indifference.
One thing is apparent:
True power never preserves,
It only takes one all in.

to absolutes.
Reaction & all.
In a cease of momentum.

May we remain Vacant —
We, the Worshippers of the machine.

Here I lie,

Within this vacant,
A victim of fate,
yet, a total free agent.

C. 2024 / Published: Untitled: In Progress* / Unfinished Works by: Jet Le Parti