Sky scraper pristine, crystaline
Oxygen deprived. Logic on the head of pin
Nearer my gods to thee. Ohhh the dizzying spin.
Father sun come down and cradle my chin.              Lift my face skward.

Pray for return of the fiery.serpent birds of PRAY.

Come back to teach us the way.to the stars.
Atlantis today tomorrow the moon. Voyager fahter.
Planted the seed.

Summit to chasm


The higher we climb the less we can sea.

Reach higher still.still higher
and much higher still.

Instincive desire to follow and play with fire
We build the stepping stones to touch god's face
3-2-1
We are destined to all leave this place.
Fear not.