I have reneged on the spiritual profitability of this life time. I now seek my one way ticket to the unpromised land. At whos hands? A collaboration and meeting of realitys.
Turning upsidedown from being inside out and back again, a constant tumbling, extreme pressure, artic air to an arrid desert.
Flying without a body, seeing a past lifetime in what seems to be a blink of an eye, cobwebs of light ungraspable.
Vocal chords not present to hear yourself shreik or gasp at the amazing sight.
Dali's clock is losing form.
Dripping away is all that Freud imagined.
Lines of clear light peer from an unknown souce with in my mind, illuminating in anywhich way I imagine.
Lucid control of colors that I've never seen.
Contemplating the past of every lifeform that ever encountered.
And back again.........
Turning upsidedown from being inside out and back again, a constant tumbling, extreme pressure, artic air to an arrid desert.
Flying without a body, seeing a past lifetime in what seems to be a blink of an eye, cobwebs of light ungraspable.
Vocal chords not present to hear yourself shreik or gasp at the amazing sight.
Dali's clock is losing form.
Dripping away is all that Freud imagined.
Lines of clear light peer from an unknown souce with in my mind, illuminating in anywhich way I imagine.
Lucid control of colors that I've never seen.
Contemplating the past of every lifeform that ever encountered.
And back again.........