Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 16, 2004
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Perception caressing the contours,
Pressing out the detours,
In the bending light.
Silence percolating through the eyes,
Lost of those that in their voices and their cries,
Fold in the bending light.
Diffusing in the tides of indifference,
That lap against the conscious faults,
That fold in the bending light.
Echoes preening ignorance against their words,
That wandering in their steps they grow,
From the heels of their feet that fold in the bending light,
And together they flow from the peels of skin that ripple out of sight,
Harmonious amid their chance of breathing through the leaves this night,
Together with the larger celestial bodies that surround us.
Pressing out the detours,
In the bending light.
Silence percolating through the eyes,
Lost of those that in their voices and their cries,
Fold in the bending light.
Diffusing in the tides of indifference,
That lap against the conscious faults,
That fold in the bending light.
Echoes preening ignorance against their words,
That wandering in their steps they grow,
From the heels of their feet that fold in the bending light,
And together they flow from the peels of skin that ripple out of sight,
Harmonious amid their chance of breathing through the leaves this night,
Together with the larger celestial bodies that surround us.
