|i have herd the groans that planets make as they exhale
it is like a piano organ trying to clear the dust form the pipes
it is clear to me that we all function on different rythmes
yet the goal is to find someone who's on the same astral plane
i have been expereinceing shape shifting lately
i stare at the grass and i see it moving like an ocean beneath me
i feel electronic waves coming form certain stars on my late night walks
i try to chanel them and listen but nothing is revealed to me
i like the nightime in the winter most
the freshness just lingeres and everythings seems on the brink of uttereance
and exploding into another realm where we can only enter pscychotropicaly.
i fall asleep to the rythmes of the cosmos
i dream of a place i have never been yet i recognize it
are these ancestral memory trips?
some long passed souls giving out a random electric charge
to enable him to travel the galaxies?
aural explorers, a dream without reason
who knows, this could be kublai khan or chief red cloud speaking..why not?