Listen
Technicolor dream screen
Conditioned glob of a thing,

Synchronicity / listen / close
                                                 Electric sanity

All a pulse a puzzle
Abuzz in wandering  wonder
(In the brain)

Explosive rain / pains:
Alight
Each breaking bone
Thunder loud
Razor-heat bullet hole

You are mind
Always a flight
Even in respites' malingering
Wight
Ghosts
Living machinations
                            Of physical information
Kept / Wept
Even in plundering / times

Deformity

It is difficult to hear you
In the dark vale / veil shrouds
Truth...

Listen to all the pandering /
Crimes :
Symptomatic cacophony
Like pixelatious chaos
Snow of black & white

Void of hi-def depth
Just a box of a skull / **** tube / (blight)

Still flesh heavy
In the silt of reality's sleights

Conditioned for numb
To naught care / less aware
Chewing gum

As the wilderness from without
Floods
Cantankerous / gelatinous
Countries of grey
Matter
Overwhelming mind

Rather than mind over
                                Thought to spontaneous
Flame
Create universe
In your vox cave

So listen closer now
Such multitudes of crave
Life,ride focus to rife clarity
Imagination & knowledge - just the same
As sane and
Obtuse / for Over- use /
Voracity...


I am you
And you are I

I am the fire
Magic in the eye

If we are one
And one are we
Shed light in this space
Mountain / that is mine

Seeing is knowing
Stay true to thine
                     For you are mind
Technicolor wisdom now

Awake

No longer dead or blind /
Listen, no word need spat
This is the beginning of all that

We are infinite

Music
I hear You at last...

No enemy minds
Listen.