Fuck, thanks for this; something to obsess over, just what the shrink prescribed!
I'm going to take enough anti-depressants to induce a manic state and take a stab at this. I will let y'all know if it is actually just anagrams of lyrics from songs by The Doors or other delusions of reference from a semi-psychotic. Figure gettin' in that headspace is the best way to rule that out.
Then, to further expand my consciousness, I will take magic mushrooms. Words have a way of rearranging on a page by themselves with that stuff. The subconscious speaks louder and always reveals more.
I'm not joking. It's just a matter of if a burn-out like me is going to be too lazy to go acquire the hallucinogens.