The little Atom Splitter locked in his room all alone, but for a green light and the sound of strange breathing. Deep precision, consistent, counted breath as a metronome tick, intense but not a soul allowed in.

Do not disturb big time, then utter silence his parents pushed and pushed at his door ? creak, crack, bang, the door opened. There sat in silence The Little Atom Splitter sat vacant his eyes glazed he was not at home save for a band of warmth upon his forehead. His heart nearly at dead rest where had he gone to the universe exclaimed his father, mother asked in alarming tones when will he be back father replied when he’s satisfied upon his trip to Venus father said he will be back on the hour make sure you have a warm blanket and a cup of tea ?.

By Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this

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