Graffiti On A Tuesday Night (p.2)

now...  What to make of this realm, That's no real than thoughts of demons? As I paged through the book of consciousness, I got confused with the multiple dimensions... So I folded the fabric of time and space like origami. And brought in to existence a new concept of infinity. See... I'm in timeless space, And this time has virtually no space So I'm blespheming science. Drip drop, drip drop...  Begins the flow of ink in predominant silence. My 3rd eye opens, and visions a world through eye lids. Compounding thought and emotions, to form a conscious hybrid. What's this??? My spine is now my pen, and I bleed ink... Inspiration like quick sand and I sink... To higher vibrations... Or did I pull the 5th dimension towards me? Cause this shit just feels too heavenly.