A square shaft of bright light over
The calm rants of the crazy gone.

The best poetry in the world
Flies on the back of fire-flies.
And we can never follow
What flies in the trail of fire-flies.

I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.
I am higher than all of you.

This is a wave.
What’s happening to you
Outside reality theres the infinity
One or everything.
It’s a word that doesn’t describe anything
I am outside of all balance.
I want to touch you, your face.

There’s such a strong electric current.
Deeper breaths for a deeper grave.
Like sweet waves in a whirlpool,
Hitting softer and harder but always pulling me in.
I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
Or falling into a timewarp.
But it’s not bad. It’s another part of the trip.
Is that a book. Something to read?

On the back of fire flies my words fly,
Away and are floating, but you can’t read them.
I’m hidden behind them.
So many fucked up smiling faces.
So many colours. Light patches.
My back is rattled. I want to keep on.
I’m so warm. Can I touch?

He’s gonna blow. He’s gonna blow.
I know any second he’s gonna blow.

We’re in the heat of the calm.
It’s just about to explode in all of our faces.
The atrophy is spreading.

I’ll try not to breathe and see what happens.

Explosion.
I’ve lost control.
It’s such a free vice, but its gonna fall.
My tongue is tied. I think it’s good..