and now Real beings in the figures of the stage, we stand at Hell’s Gate, with the poet who finds himself lost in a dark wood in front of a mountain, assailed by three beasts and Unable to find the "straight way" to salvation. Conscious that he is ruining himself and falling into a "deep place" where the sun is silent, he is at last rescued by Joseph H, who claims to have been sent by the Sybils, and the two of them begin their journey to the underworld.

Joseph H, the conductor who guides the poet to the center, literally becomes the mediator, the (HERE USE PLEASE REFERENCE THE CULINARY-because of the earth’s molten core it is an oven) undead subject becomes medium for the poet, through Joseph H what was hitherto unknown can be withdrawn from concealment. here he speaks “the home is dying. life is threatening to become public, I am a stranger to what is coming and to what is here, to pass a current through metal, the current is slave to that path but the conductor is pregnant.”  What is more intriguing than the transcendent awe and agonizing horror experienced by the poet is the Spastic reaction to the sight of the undead as the imperceptible force in electromagnetism, he may not be seen but his individuated body affects the behavior of charged objects and other demons in the vicinity of the field.

The poet along with Joseph H investigate hell with an illusory approach similar to cybernetics, they become aware that they(their bodies) are now part of the system, {self-referentiality, self-organizing, the subject–object problem, etc.) these two problems of material continuity and chain consumtion emphasize an identity problem how do i remain Joseph H if my corpse has been cannibalized? My parts become the parts of other parts and I am no longer the sole Conductor. The poet and Joseph H, oblivious to how this multi teired/multistellar system of hell works by standing outside it because they remain engaged cybernetically with the successive and continuously chained rings; in this hypnotized state of observation, they affect and are affected by it.
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Meanwhile in the swampy waters of the river Styx, the wrathful fight each other on the surface, and the sullen lie gurgling beneath the water, withdrawn into a black sulkiness which can find no joy in God or man or the universe. Joseph H shows this to the poet but do they know that I am watching, also I begin to see all manner of their hidden sides. They quietly push forward, establishes relations with important people, create a network of useful acquaintances, all the time pretending to be independent, lazy and fond of solitude.  “somebody would like to see you”