Fence this life
Mensa like a pencil
Chance the after-mallice stances
Glances after cancel

Plan this stencil
Staggerate your senses
Exagerate the existencial saspirilla central

Keep pensing
Deeper than a frowning
Lend the mental laughter after sensing all the clowning
Steep sounding
Fend for all the friendlies
Never end the severing upending all the Bentleys

Keep sending
Keep blending into bothers
They’re never more than leather for
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​the chaps that hold your fathers

Go further
Further than you’ve known
This is all the present server ever to be shown

Trickle thick in liquid seeping
Coating throats of windy wars
Dream the dream of never sleeping
through the molten cores

This world is forming, swarming out
In liquid shores of warming spouts
That torment through the rocky crusts
Of loathing, fear and never trusting
all the bloating nearness thrust
By noble gusts and power winds
And marble misty showers in
The hours of the final days
Before the sun breaks through in rays

Goodbye is the hardest word I know~
When you see them leave… when you watch them go ~

When the earth bursts that final shine of dancing colour
And sings its soaring ode to the pouring load that gushed between you

Then like watercolour, begins to drip away
To seep off the page
To pour tearstain ribbons down your face

So long sweet painting
You gorgeous piece of art
You lush planet of fading dreams and melting memory

I’ll never store your shores again
I’m still coursing with your flow
It’s bleeding out my open veins
It’s the hardest word I know

When you take a juicy bite from the fruit of the sky
And your chin drips in twilight’s nectar
And the stars are seeds that fizz in your mouth
and twinkle gooey rushes inside you

The mind rises with the notions of infinite oceans
of fractal web cartography, charting your course
through the looming abyss that spans like the space
between thoughts

Spin freewheeling
Dance with the glee of melting harmony
Let it ooze overtop you

Sing to the heavens that splash their mistings
and ring with the symphonies of shining tides

This is your place in the netherworlds forming
This is your dream in the mind of the sky
This is your star-burning hearth that is warming
This is your answer to why