I'm not sure why I'm writing about three things. It just keeps popping into my head as though it means something. The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Three dimensions? I don't know.
Black and white and beige. Finger, thumb and toe. Sing, shut up and listen.

Blackened Earth before me, my palms turned forth to stop thee.
I hear a silent voice, "one, two, three. What the fuck is this? It is as I wished.

Man is body, conscious and subconscious .
Man is weak, strong and unconscious.