Interstellar Frequencies traversing Multidimensional spaces; intersecting bi linear time; collapsing reality's foundations; loosening the imaginations' foothold; ravaging the mind's eye; mitigating illusions risk.
No one knows what time it is, or when dinner was and lunch went. Can you explain the race? Or the pace of which car when it passed the vertical abutments of my brain? Where are the canyons and caverns hidden in the shadows for the blind to see?
We were all lost on the map to it all. When the time slipped past, a mighty global gasp prompted a mighty cold grasp. But the grasp and the gasp were worthless to the roaches on the wall. Nuclear apartheid. Civil war and cyanide. What would he do for an eskimo pie?
Run or walk, got to get to a greener side. Wild slide. Takes me by the trials. Hand of justice. Just us this week. Trust us, too deep? The sheep get no sleep. Keeping eye on bended knee. All too shear, mended sweater. Smoking warm weather. Spokane looked good for the winter. The sheperd couldn't be any sooner, more less than later.
Dots and dashes, leads and lashes. Where was the trickle when the fascists couldn't eat? Bleep, bleep. Pig snout and horse's feet. Glue and garden arsenic's sweet. But, don't trust me. Take the preacher's teeth. Pillow laced words fill my dreams. Dear God, let us weep.
Don't Forget--Stop along the way. Waft the bleached deck for rosy altar. The faults are natively born of sin. The field left the Indian sitting in his grief. Grief grumbled off with a groan, left poor Indian all alone. Bread and bone make wonder spread. Blunder and clout, the beast is treading about. The meak inherited the old. The moon thrown over a moat. A bleak mouse hampered down in a grungy side of town. City blocks signals creep. Sluggish mooring onto pestilence peak.
Mob, glob, a Who called Bob. Lie us down a Thing to eat. Loveless, lifeless cold, dead feet. Burning foil is boring toil for ancient hands to hide. However long the band will play.
Whats yours is mine and mine is yours and we are all together. Floating atop an English muffin waiting for the bread to break. Let it all crumble down.
