False Horizontal

You know, when your'e vertical, nothing and no one
                                          can stop you.
                                        When faith has
                                   been restored, your'e just
                              a lanky straight line going up
                            and down.
Veritcal will never correlate with The Between.
                                          Steep hills are your
                                             best friends.
                                       Because their deep comings
                                     are symbols that have nothing
else to believe in, but me.
                            You sick false horizontal
                             the heavens are no
                               where near; not in
                           that vast space of yours.
    Her flesh is the illusion of pink and
    orange whirlpools. Bright colors of true
                 darkness.

There's a Water World beyond
this dimension.
I believe the vertical in me
is connected there.
Swift moves,
swims and fins...now i remember
I used to shed glass only to find out I was the debris
A skeleton chase will come, people
Spear those tears
Why don't you just live your life?

I knew from Three: Three is The Change, many people don't get there.
 that youth is old when creased tenfold.
                                There's a swing for every god
                                Mediums become The Between
                                where swings
                                don't swing anymore and oscillation becomes Wonder.
                                   Wonder.
                              It's just a picture of odyssey. Everyone is just, just drowning in it!
                                   But they don't realize that,
 because they don't see the frame.
                               Horizontal makes sure of taht, leaving them stand in a tight circle around the equator of existence where visuals seem
                              like truth, but they only blind.
The truth ascends and descends,
                          vertical kills
                           the belt and
                            then: whoosh!
                 You see everything around you.
So clear.
Unsmeared.
Though, they say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I say it's all a bunch of tiny circles.
    Just like The Between where swings just stand.
       and every god is just a part of a huge
                unseeing diagram.
Question is: Who will you call when your'e
  screaming in the dark somewhere? Somewhere
      screaming your last scream?


Because when you see death up close.
Just look.
The value of life is a picture.

A picture worth a million fucking dots.