Dark writing, expressed thoughts, hallucinogenic, ancient days, copulation, ancient belief |
Spiral of the Sun... Barren is the undergrowth, some newly provisional placid form Atop flesh, disguise in depth, a brand that is worn Taken to an upheaval of levels, crawling out from beneath the Earth, from beneath the rock. The spiralling of the sun's reaching rays, burning outer cores exposing a mundane hue of grey Always in black or white A tuft of toughness throughout the night A blank A bullet, number one A dream far going, reaching none Ruminating pleasure underneath thoughts of flight Flicker emotional enterouge, it begins, the honorary fight Clambering for space, climbing for the sky In the mind set mazes, in back corners fly, sky rockets, fireworks and comet blazes Temporary blindness, loss of sight Shivering, a plethora of sound waves deep A moment of unification, a hazing-white, out of control navigational reap A moment of movement fasting To grab, grasp, hold, release a point in time two, no one else can meet Spin does the universe, falling from the stratosphere, while quietly playing on a new found fear The crackling sound slowly drowns away, Songs in reserve no longer play Thrashing tides from envelopment Rest deep in its element The spiralling of the sun's reaching rays, burning outer cores exposing a mundane hue of grey Always in black or white A tuft of toughness throughout the night A blank A bullet, number one A dream far going, reaching none |