I am twisting in the cyclone , where
I'm locked into some syndrome and
I can't find my way home.
There's a darkness that's enveloped me.
can't breathe, cant, think or feel or see,
No wizard here, no Dorothy
just the howling of infinity.
At the ultimate conclusion when
I've spun into the fusion of epiphanic
confusion and am thrown out of
the night,
I find that lightness of a sound where
the ties that bind are all unwound
and everything is all alright,
for now.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
I am twisting in the cyclone , where
I'm locked into some syndrome and
I can't find my way home.
There's a darkness that's enveloped me.
can't breathe, cant, think or feel or see,
No wizard here, no Dorothy
just the howling of infinity.
At the ultimate conclusion when
I've spun into the fusion of epiphanic
confusion and am thrown out of
the night,
I find that lightness of a sound where
the ties that bind are all unwound
and everything is all alright,
for now.
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