On the Right, words bleed in delicious erratic motions
To waltz and lunge deeply onto the frail paper dungeons
With grace, spill their stealthy meaning
In a radical pattern of altered spinning
Words...bleeding
A lunatic exorcism of impulsive literary stings
Serving the untainted delight of devious cunnings
Words...bleeding
Lucidity may well drown in abstract pondering
Following the "so" crucial anchor into the deepest Inner Ring
For magnificent moments flow uninvited...as benevolent spirits soaring
Just melt the armor and taste the nectar divine
The expanded sensorial shelter of one's Inner Shrine
Corruption of a logic understanding, I stand naked on an insubstantial sun
Telling stories to diseased seraphs, feeble from their linear addiction
Cos' memories and huge bipedal monsters don't agree with each other
A fusion so delicate, the nails entering lightly further and further...
The "necessary" Why and What of a written autopsy
Disgust the fact that a fact is a fact
Hack the holy artifact so exact in its contract
Disincarnate, it IS easier to discuss the optical lunar tree
Baaaaaaadd men...baaaaaad meaningless mean men...
You should not be bothered when the soul is adrift
Seconds are precious...feel them deeply
With grace, spill their stealthy meaning
In a radical pattern of altered spinning words