In time outtakes of silken pleasure ever lost Slight focal points of crossing threads that never seem to get it all across That fiber haunts you And yet each meeting takes you further in Each sharing subtle shades of Light...Joy...the blinding of your eyes The pa**ion that relinquishes all being Sharp...Flow...and nothing more to know Perception is the essence of our seeing Touch topographic tales inconsequential tones Wrapped up in tragic triviality The farce of fleeting copulation The d**h we live by And still each day the tick tock lilies bloom And still each day I feel the Time...Stream....dance tendrils of your mind Caress my soul and call it forth to seeing Fall...Fast...to emptiness at last Deception is the essence of our being Two touch and three are made Animal's grunt and human beings come forth from dust You can't trust your own eyes You can't trust your own sighs You can't trust your own wise musings.... but you do anyway... Confusion is reality! Slight angel dancer bamboo razor drawing blood Give birth to bu*terflies of deepening maturity so radiant... or did I blink? You know it's carpe diem laissez-faire We grow immortal through the