Unconscious but I feel something new
A hurricane I came, some vibrant piercing afterglow
Splinters ricocheting when the dust settles
I come to the surface and breathe, deep in the night
With blistered feet I am bashful, observant
I see the nuance, colours I don\'t quite understand
Flowers in hand, I work for the mind\'s real estate
Timetravel decay purified, smoke caught in my eyes
I blink and there\'s no cog in the blimp
Everything I know is a myth, a nuke launched at my psyche
A ripple effect fading into an opaque question
An endless trail of blood, my father sucking my thumb
The pluck of the violin string
Sacrifice your lungs and hold your breath
Turn up the volume, isolated prisms of sounds burrowing
Into the faithless culprit dance of rage
A shapeless face with no release, discharge secreted
When you pull the wings from a butterfly and make it a toy
Every hex and every crime, just another decoy
I chip away at the flush of gold, that fallen angel plummeting
Cheap victory in a renaissance painting
Eternal victim of bondage insulated in serendipity
Parachute into yellow bowing
Wandering in the sequestered ruins of my dreams
Deadpan silicone valley crying in my stomach, that pit of echoes
Lost boys devoid, loveless and aching in this baptism of rain
Such a beautiful way to be.