New
Bluelight Crew
Rolled furious,
like coiled gold. These
sensations, warm electric waves
with no direction
except directing.
A shock in the
dark, the short-circuited
flash of inspiration
before stumbling
around in my skull.
Powered towards the
unseeable
and unreachable, damning
and frying those
close enough to help,
unprepared for
revolt and renewal.
like coiled gold. These
sensations, warm electric waves
with no direction
except directing.
A shock in the
dark, the short-circuited
flash of inspiration
before stumbling
around in my skull.
Powered towards the
unseeable
and unreachable, damning
and frying those
close enough to help,
unprepared for
revolt and renewal.
