I can h ea r a dream, ( ( (vibrating) ) ) through my third e y e
echoes dan c e from the walls, a l i g h t passes through the prism that encases-- the heart.
\i|o|u/ he tells me yet I expect nothing. more of the same patterns
Every thing is a good omen, so whispers the air outside a bar of Narnia.
The banana bread beer flows through our glasses like an amber whirlpool tsunami glistening in the afternoon light. a pleased smile rests on a face, comfort, relaxation and a full mind.