my fantasies
my fantasies
I'm such the
common
sight instrument
i'm the mellow wave
the mellow unseen
cos i dont make
statements
or was that
a statement?
somehow the radical feeling gets to you
somewhere in outer space
a brilliantine
parallel
spiritual self is loving you
sheltering you from the cosmic
therefore
it may not matter
how sheltered you are
here
on earth
i believe my soul to be
tragic
i believe in my soul
that the circle is
the solider
that the mold
is shaped
from the inside-out
and even at the distance
the interior craft
is felt
Oo, spirit,
take me by the statement.
my fantasies
my fantasies
in elaborate hoax
it's okay.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.