Mind control is a big order of alter-egos, disingenuous.
Can you place our names? A crux?
Destroy and smooth nothing.
Pantomime killing seeing
the system.
Make my mind avoid our bohemia.

Let’s knock off a masterplan for truth value, much wider scope.

For I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man.  With less & less destruction thru divorce, we constitute the locus of self worth holding still in our co-ritual to outlast time.  Over & over.
And this is what it means to have a muse.