New
Bluelight Crew
Lightning, in a shaken can
rolling down a hill then punctured by my pencil.
Words etched into the soul backwards
and mirrored onto the canvas.
Fire flowing from the eyes
Into my hands bypassing
the keyboard, shooting
straight through the circuits, appearing
as perfection. Expressing the
fabric of reality through the
words of mortals who
have never seen love.
rolling down a hill then punctured by my pencil.
Words etched into the soul backwards
and mirrored onto the canvas.
Fire flowing from the eyes
Into my hands bypassing
the keyboard, shooting
straight through the circuits, appearing
as perfection. Expressing the
fabric of reality through the
words of mortals who
have never seen love.
