Black tailed
Stressed grease & creased
by railway tracks
hits and coffee
breaking my back
and flawing me
Give me a stage to
ascend to
Lets turn tehcnicolour
Against backdrops of black and white
and grey city oil slick
distributors and gatekeepers
Keeping the flood of faces
Waving as they flicker
Into sharp focus
Glittering each one
Each note strumming
Wizards stirring at a round table
I'll be your high priestess purring
I'll tell you about the blackness of light
The darkness I fight
And we'll dance like birds in reverse
I'll turn to the white light
My mask has melted
I am baptised in sweat and tears
and prayers to be true
MUSIC

We had a meeting of minds
A planetary shift coincided
With something inside
A trigger pulled across the void
A butterfly bolted

Tiny Sparks
Of remembered dreamtime
Truth or a reflection
Who knows?
When all of truth seems up for question
Time just a sensation to watch light grow
and fade
All this can be reduced to little vibrations
Mind Dust

I am but atoms formed sexily, complexly

A creation, mentally

Who knows what truth there is
When even the seas seem so intent on their mysteries
Ebbing and flowing with eternal ease
With who knows what's energy

A Flux of truths

And all memory patched together
stitch by infinite stitch