literally, like a fish

come-up looking back at me:
now that i walk thru my last hour
in reverse
i get on
on how short that all really was
within its lifetimes of interpretations
i know how far out my mind really is--
jazzelectric.
that's how i feel but i'm listening
to rock'n'roll
and breathing in the air*
i wouldn't mind the out-of-body
so i make it heavier
i've been walking around female but've
brought down to meet man at his natural point:
neutral.
i'm dancing with my shivers
they're giving me the moves
giving me the constant
jitterbug blues

observer, i'm dislocated

i'm not at home my body's stuck
i'm spacing out to this vibe and
kinda feeling beautiful
cos im so aware
of my
every sense
kinda feel like i'm
getting home

i'm not old but i'm getting waves of childhood
i'll never forget
i'm not young but i feel wise
maybe i just feel connected
i definitely feel connected.

i dont need a personality i need a voice
i don't need this body i know where pleasure's at
i know what it's like
to be stoned
exhausted
starving.

i'm a drifter by soul, too.
i by human know that when human
there is something blissful knowing puppeteering
my invented third eye
and receiving a big, trippy story like
reasonbook on existence like
spiritual art movement this is how
i think

yes, my head is exploding. and i guess,
a soul only comes in three colours:
i've been told that when i get sad
mine goes from blue to grey.

my mind re-eats itself at every circle
i feel
literally
like a fish
the way it all works
gets me feeling cosmic
gets me seeing colours.


*track two dark side