Reality spiralling endlessly, looping back on me within a hundredfold kaleiodoscopic porthole.
Portals of bliss swimmingly unnerved by the kiss of a thousand sunlamps blinding my every move. Unknown drowziness eclipsing the moon and entering into a state of cathartic emancipation.
Travelling at the speed of sound, inventiveness erupts into a quizzical form of poetic blabbering, slathering on the words like molasses onto bread, soaked in anchovies.
Allowing my fingers to space the flow and the mind does not know. An exercise in deliberate how the fuck should I know? I just go.
Let this mind construct you cling to fall to the floor in oblivion as it is not needed anymore. Your heart will pick up the pieces and statisfy your curiosity to comprehend injustices of a million to one.
No need to figure or factor, enumerate or sequester. The heart beat emanates the universal code.
