Further up the spiral

Tatse the ebb and flow of words,

non-chalantly dripping off your tongue.

Seperating skin.

Paving the way for crimson rythms to flow,

to run dark stains down your intellect

and challenge the 'forbidden' hemisphere of your brain.



But it would be a sin

not to give in.

Not to let this fickle moment of euphoria

take you up and swallow you whole.



Steel flow.

Thick and slow...



through my veins.



Forming callouses on my fingetips.



Wave goodbye to a stagnant society,

adopt a new method of thought -

free of perscription; irrelevant burden.



Lift my feet from the dust,

draw me nearer to the stars.



Shame and duty free



Conditioned to be non-conditioned



Juxtapose the pull of gravity,

A FREE FALL OF THOUGHT.