Occasionally doorways form from a mumbled laughing pattern
Of plastic imagination
Clutched against a narrow point, circling the measurement
A gleam of gradual discussion, an ordinary feeling withdrew the forbidden topic.
Trying to persuade the loathing to float to the back of my mind
As I peer into a lunatic orchestra of the minds darkness
Blind silence naturally flows red thought of damp agony
Becoming these charred notes of dazed hands
Right angles of memory hold the constriction of dimension
Pressed fingers infect another counter part
Until the cycle beings again
Reflecting backwards is not the intention
The distant echos of accumulating laughter
Remind the axis of existence
That we are not finished.
Of plastic imagination
Clutched against a narrow point, circling the measurement
A gleam of gradual discussion, an ordinary feeling withdrew the forbidden topic.
Trying to persuade the loathing to float to the back of my mind
As I peer into a lunatic orchestra of the minds darkness
Blind silence naturally flows red thought of damp agony
Becoming these charred notes of dazed hands
Right angles of memory hold the constriction of dimension
Pressed fingers infect another counter part
Until the cycle beings again
Reflecting backwards is not the intention
The distant echos of accumulating laughter
Remind the axis of existence
That we are not finished.