Please plug the flood in my mind. Pouring like entrancing zebras prancing shimmering florists in jackets of hourglass sand. For they whisper unknown dimensions of glory through which I must answer to. A coin of two sides and infinite meaning. A part of all things. apart from all things. Once you see it, you can believe it, dream it, be it. like the legit twits, lit as roses in the holy light of McDonalds. It's ghastly clown arithmetic burning its disability into our pours. Like plasma jelly, purple and vinyl, shining like a princely jazz nightmare. Scribbling on the pink waves of our brains with sugars and lightening, with gripping consequence. like children at play. like a blade. like having purpose. like a mothers kiss.
written during an allergy induced bout of insomnia.