thoughtbow
Bluelighter
Cringing face down under the broken glass, grasping at the cosmic odds that wear thin the thread of concept, 'spreading oneself thin over a nation of buried dreams'. I won't do it now, off dancing into timeless waves, eyes now open to reel in the scent of the savage garden in which we run so blind.. transpersonal movements guiding disassociation levels now complete, with nothing but a flesh prison in the way. Generation gaping, carnal apes spreading from the corners of a lidless eye, burning out into an endless night. And through the maddening crowd of thoughts, I saw just one face that understood. Swirling in the endless rain, watched from afar by a smile that never was, a heart that never sang.. and now her voice screams through the fields as the shadows turn inside, dancing the rays down through the morning silence.. and up into the vaults of subjective experience. The love that flows into OUR eyes from the sky, deepening the abyssal plain of unsung bird thoughts. No horror challenge here, just a lifetime of detached baggage, that’s why we're posing as junkies..
