vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
head submerged in water, arms wheeling, legs kicking,
tilt/breathe in deep/exhale
(bubbles bubbling bubbles float adrift little bubbles big bubbles) cast into my eyes as i
glide/glide/slice,
in the waters clear as blue ice,
glide/glide/slice/tilt,
an angry army marches across the sky, they come they come in droves in clouds they come with thunderous hooves and trumpets blowing, flags flying in the wind. flashes of silver white as heaven and earth joins with the lightest touch, i keep going i keep
running/swimming/flying i must
keep moving my mind a blank my body knows oh it knows and i keep
moving/gliding/flying away away i must,
from the grey strife of portentious sky.
it begins as a pitter a patter a pelting of plip and plop, a smattering of tiny little vibrations in the skein of blue, and i feel the bombardments breaking coming through dissipating upon my skin... tiny pinpricks that rippled into circles that crissed that crossed that cut that merged that broke against my body, an indistinct shape in the ordered chaos.
iamwateriamcirclesiamvibrationsiamformlessiamcirclesiamwater...
...faced up, i lie, floating, not drowning, feeling every single drop hit my face and i look up, upon a charging army littering the waters with trailing liquid fires tantalising my skin and i am made of tears.
tilt/breathe in deep/exhale
(bubbles bubbling bubbles float adrift little bubbles big bubbles) cast into my eyes as i
glide/glide/slice,
in the waters clear as blue ice,
glide/glide/slice/tilt,
an angry army marches across the sky, they come they come in droves in clouds they come with thunderous hooves and trumpets blowing, flags flying in the wind. flashes of silver white as heaven and earth joins with the lightest touch, i keep going i keep
running/swimming/flying i must
keep moving my mind a blank my body knows oh it knows and i keep
moving/gliding/flying away away i must,
from the grey strife of portentious sky.
it begins as a pitter a patter a pelting of plip and plop, a smattering of tiny little vibrations in the skein of blue, and i feel the bombardments breaking coming through dissipating upon my skin... tiny pinpricks that rippled into circles that crissed that crossed that cut that merged that broke against my body, an indistinct shape in the ordered chaos.
iamwateriamcirclesiamvibrationsiamformlessiamcirclesiamwater...
...faced up, i lie, floating, not drowning, feeling every single drop hit my face and i look up, upon a charging army littering the waters with trailing liquid fires tantalising my skin and i am made of tears.
