Stream Of Consciousness
Slumbering dreams from the deep
Lucid light of wakefulness
And the blurry barrier between
Madness
Unintelligible gibbering
The crocodile smiles
As a drop of crystaline joy falls from its soul
Ghosts in the darkness
Spirits shine in the machine
And music flows from the bottles
What happens when they talk?
From what universe is the idea?
Reality bends on a whim
And the jungles fight against the stagnate souls of the dead
The Savage Garden (Thing One)
Conglomorate Paradigm (and Thing Two)
Forget the measurements
Drink the ambrosia
The story unfolds as the teller tells it
And if untold
It finds its own way
Through the quagmire of socialites
Harpies and Saints
They bicker, and they dance
And the whirlpool they form sucks it all down
Down and sideways into inevitability
I love burritos.