plazma
Bluelighter
Its getting serious these days
Now I can hear
Clear voices
Deep
In the cloudless blue
Higher than I'll ever get
Whispering amongst
Molecules and fragments
Not like they haven't
Always been there
But now
I'm the possessor
Of new ears
Something like that
And the voices
They just watch us
Haunting the empty expanses and plains
And planes flying through them
Packed with warm bodies
Going somewhere sometime
Someday it'll be me
Of course there's always hope
But as I said
Comedy hour's over
The disembodied are coming
Till we pay attention
They'll form picketlines
On the edge of conscious thoughts
Blockading trains of thought
Yeah I can just
Imagine if it were
My imagination
Insanity goes down smoother
Than 2 dollar whores
Or a warm glass of blood
Cloying the back of the throat at
Body temperature
Fluke it all
At the end of the day
Or its middle
I'm still starting to understand
Spinning and rotating
My disorientation
Till I'm reoriented
Stuck in my familiar little slice
Of the space-time continuum
Braincells cooking off
Still hearing
Clear voices
Disembodied in the blue
Wrote this after walking out today in a little opiate haze, staring up at the sky so blue I could feel it staring back at me, and feeling amazed that behind this empty blueness there's a whole universe staring back like through mirror glass, and I'd have no clue.
-plaz out-
Now I can hear
Clear voices
Deep
In the cloudless blue
Higher than I'll ever get
Whispering amongst
Molecules and fragments
Not like they haven't
Always been there
But now
I'm the possessor
Of new ears
Something like that
And the voices
They just watch us
Haunting the empty expanses and plains
And planes flying through them
Packed with warm bodies
Going somewhere sometime
Someday it'll be me
Of course there's always hope
But as I said
Comedy hour's over
The disembodied are coming
Till we pay attention
They'll form picketlines
On the edge of conscious thoughts
Blockading trains of thought
Yeah I can just
Imagine if it were
My imagination
Insanity goes down smoother
Than 2 dollar whores
Or a warm glass of blood
Cloying the back of the throat at
Body temperature
Fluke it all
At the end of the day
Or its middle
I'm still starting to understand
Spinning and rotating
My disorientation
Till I'm reoriented
Stuck in my familiar little slice
Of the space-time continuum
Braincells cooking off
Still hearing
Clear voices
Disembodied in the blue
Wrote this after walking out today in a little opiate haze, staring up at the sky so blue I could feel it staring back at me, and feeling amazed that behind this empty blueness there's a whole universe staring back like through mirror glass, and I'd have no clue.
-plaz out-
