This is an eastward trek on repeat.
A tape cloaked in static,
clicking and turning over itself.
A departed decade's daydream
whirling towards Lands of Plenty.
With nebulas dot dot dashing into Eternity,
eyes are locked on the horizon as plasmic ghouls
gravitate and spindle from a restless breeze.
Why probe
another world;
Let the space jazz
lose your mind;
Slide down the
Wormhole
as asteroids
light the Moon?
In the zone, everything begins to shine.
Feel goods
engrained
in verbal tides.
A tale
abundant
in
sweet illumination.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
This is an eastward trek on repeat.
A tape cloaked in static,
clicking and turning over itself.
A departed decade's daydream
whirling towards Lands of Plenty.
With nebulas dot dot dashing into Eternity,
eyes are locked on the horizon as plasmic ghouls
gravitate and spindle from a restless breeze.
Why probe
another world;
Let the space jazz
lose your mind;
Slide down the
Wormhole
as asteroids
light the Moon?
In the zone, everything begins to shine.
Feel goods
engrained
in verbal tides.
A tale
abundant
in
sweet illumination.
