I listen to each synapse spark
in both my minds, and both my hearts
In all eight ventricles, I feel the blood mix with the ink
I feel the music saturate my soul.
and it feels good.
When i feel like this, the chemical abyss
turns into a longing kiss I feel on my eyelids
see right now, I’m comfortable
in a comfortable chair,
letting the music swell around me.
I wonder what I say when I let my mind silence itself
when the wheels start turning,
I don’t like what it says, so I keep on moving
and I try and move you.
Maybe with your approval, maybe with your approval,
I can listen to my own heart strings,
playing like a violin
waiting for the fire inside to rekindle
waiting for my eyes to deepen their gaze
waiting for the mind to stop swaying
like a gulf breeze
like palm trees
like the world in threes
all coming back to me.
in a oneness, that only I can see.
poetry over prophecy.
poetry over prophecy,
let the music swell around me,
listen you can hear it.
listen
close,
the heart beats poetry
my veins flow with ink
I will never die,
this is real music.
(listening to Sean Lennon, Handsome Boy Modeling School, the song is called Sunshine (Groove Armada Sunset Dub)