A river of scents and cymbals, a closeup look at tomorrow
the land and people borrow, collaborating hymnals

Stayed inside the darkness, somewhere in there is light
sensations are like coasters,  before peace there is a fight

Paths beaten for understanding, on an imaginary cutting edge
manufacturing mental landings, between the visions there is a wedge

Impromptu races can teach us how to deceive
decoys in the mind show us what to retrieve
a blind world will never know how to conceive
a gemlike planet and a pressure relieve