I drift past these pinpricks of light
in the ocean where night is the tide,
side on to infinity where
destiny awaits me,

I have an idea
that she's already here
beside me.

Excitement with intent
and
I aim to please,
have you ever seen roses
like these?
she says,
'no'

That's how to flow and
I grow as I drift past
the pinpricks that shift
as my vision expands,

but
these hallucinations are induced
by those who ****** me
and infinitely more dangerous
than the vastness of space.