Figment of my Hallucination
into a tiny vial of
liquid substance
tasteless odourless
clearalmost nothing.
and through an opening
a crack
leaked into my skin
and made it's way into a space
in my mind
and filtered through the membrane
made tiny swirls
unseen by anyone
now into the side of the surface I can feel a presence
where fractals appear, swiriling
in outer space
their iridescent shades
and still you try to look deeper, but can't find meaning
because the pattern's just the same.
and outside the fractal space
tiny dots and rivets
make time-link creases
that run in rivers
on the palm of
a paper hand
And written inside, unfolded
I notice
a word that spells your name
in indian ink
There's some eye in the sky that looks down on
a kind of dream-line walker
Swirling iris,
a deep black hole
and I want to swim inside the blackness
bathe in the bits of white light that reach
the upside down images that dance
in your minds eye
and franticly
make way to your brain
Where I spin it around
And then you see straight
looking further through time
desperation and contempation
Oh, I can feel it now.
Of what proportions
can you tell
from the seas from sand
and where do you go
to find another
When I'm looking for comfort I go there
sometimes
And breathe nothing but salt mist in the air
where the wind brushes against my face
cool comfort for a moment
cold burnt sand on the bottom of my feet
and anemones shock the quick eel
and sitka evergreens shroud like shadows
I can still hear screams of coast, crashing sound never leaves
and it shakes me.
my ankles wrestling against the tide
I dip my fingers in
sweet green taste
or is it all in my mind
I wonder as I walk on quickly past the white lines
that can't hold me in
and the barricades
that don't hold me back
Just a figment of my hallucination
Where the spinning fractals appear, leave a pleasant taste
through and out of our mouths
and dance
to reach
each corner of my brain
and softens many harsh thoughts
until I realize
I'm high
and decide that
it's faster if we just talk
in colours
In them, the pattern goes on and on
but to remain the same
or is it just in my mind
I wonder as I walk on quickly past the white lines
that can't hold me in
and the barricades
that don't hold me back
moving backwards into time now
still feeling how the quiet rain
drawing stillness from my skin
seeps through my skull
reeling in
blends the colours
and causing
the pastel shades
to form
serene images
that smell so sweet like
those places you goand leaves a pleasant taste
when the rain hits the
glass I notice you
quite often
see though
me
and let the colours
of the watershine tiny prisms that
blind you.
liquid substance
tasteless odourless
clearalmost nothing.
and through an opening
a crack
leaked into my skin
and made it's way into a space
in my mind
and filtered through the membrane
made tiny swirls
unseen by anyone
now into the side of the surface I can feel a presence
where fractals appear, swiriling
in outer space
their iridescent shades
and still you try to look deeper, but can't find meaning
because the pattern's just the same.
and outside the fractal space
tiny dots and rivets
make time-link creases
that run in rivers
on the palm of
a paper hand
And written inside, unfolded
I notice
a word that spells your name
in indian ink
There's some eye in the sky that looks down on
a kind of dream-line walker
Swirling iris,
a deep black hole
and I want to swim inside the blackness
bathe in the bits of white light that reach
the upside down images that dance
in your minds eye
and franticly
make way to your brain
Where I spin it around
And then you see straight
looking further through time
desperation and contempation
Oh, I can feel it now.
Of what proportions
can you tell
from the seas from sand
and where do you go
to find another
When I'm looking for comfort I go there
sometimes
And breathe nothing but salt mist in the air
where the wind brushes against my face
cool comfort for a moment
cold burnt sand on the bottom of my feet
and anemones shock the quick eel
and sitka evergreens shroud like shadows
I can still hear screams of coast, crashing sound never leaves
and it shakes me.
my ankles wrestling against the tide
I dip my fingers in
sweet green taste
or is it all in my mind
I wonder as I walk on quickly past the white lines
that can't hold me in
and the barricades
that don't hold me back
Just a figment of my hallucination
Where the spinning fractals appear, leave a pleasant taste
through and out of our mouths
and dance
to reach
each corner of my brain
and softens many harsh thoughts
until I realize
I'm high
and decide that
it's faster if we just talk
in colours
In them, the pattern goes on and on
but to remain the same
or is it just in my mind
I wonder as I walk on quickly past the white lines
that can't hold me in
and the barricades
that don't hold me back
moving backwards into time now
still feeling how the quiet rain
drawing stillness from my skin
seeps through my skull
reeling in
blends the colours
and causing
the pastel shades
to form
serene images
that smell so sweet like
those places you goand leaves a pleasant taste
when the rain hits the
glass I notice you
quite often
see though
me
and let the colours
of the watershine tiny prisms that
blind you.