To us, the world can be painfully beautiful,
staring through the stolen glass eyes of an Aquarian child,
a vision, a sensitive vintage acid spell.
Overt transcendence beyond abstract universal turns into Bohme consciousness: Unorthodox awareness.
Cracking jokes about death, laughing off serious black-and-white situations,
find them an electric bridge between the Rainbow corner of the sky and home,
a thick, liquid existence illuminating yesteryear’s universal revolt.
