Returning from Devon, along the M5,
No camera in hand, as I drove on by,
Crafted from the earth, it stood alone,
Like it was sculpted, out of natural stone,


Contorted but stunning, painted in black,
Missing the splendour, of the leaves that it lacked,
The majestic sun, beamed through each branch,
As I passed by, twisted shadows danced,


Out of view so quickly, yet stuck in my mind,
This distorted wonder, that I once left behind.

I have all the pieces in front of me
all within plane sight
yet it's all hidden
from the conscious mind
I seek it out in the dead of night
when the DMT connects me with everything
and navigate primality
instinctually I sense it in the day
we have the sixth sense
and it's just waiting to be awakened

It's the chime in the wind
The calm in the breeze
The crash of the waves

It's the beat of the heart
The words in our lips
The thoughts in our mind

It's the churning of the storm;
The panic of approaching danger
The fear in each day that we'll lose it all

It's the life that we need to make a change;
Simply necessary