Beware
Beware the cosmic torture, the microwave air with not a breath to spare. Brains fuddled and cooking slowly, humans are changing. Not a breeze to be seen nor felt oh isn’t summer lovely, no it is not and no bit of sense in the human, it does not sense anything wrong gloriously naïve, no global warming. But it is something else, oh yes we will find out but I guess it will be too late as the lager and lunacy rolls on.
Infuse Or Confuse
Infuse me or confuse me as cloud covered me, it came right down, wrapped around me yet all I would be when it lifted to glory. In the morning power possessed, all energy lifted as birds flew furiously. For one and all nothing could stop you flying. Now I said let’s escape and sure enough we did and forever joined in union would be you and me.
The DreamBox
The DreamBox within in the inner sanctum, I go to hide, to feel safe I’ve been too exposed to a lot of hurt for most of the conscious years now I’ve found a way to vanish out of sight and certainly out of mind .I glide as an energy into the DreamBox I never usually have the capacity but today it is here through this energy field a taste of the beginning and not the end so blunt and pointless.
