thoughts of response, theological kind...
chasing the demon whose name is ignorance,
pass through the descriptions of mental
planes: forms, words - in instant you
will fall...
sense is the blink, the empiric extract -
to realize and feel
there is a fracture in walls abstract -
consciously built
grotesquely marrow is perplexed
innumerable births
into a concept of world
which is just a synth of
false ideas, faults. synthinity
conceals....
a symptoms of corrosion and decay in
every step. i suppose the truth in rumours
told light comes from the orient...
[solo: sergey]
breath of sudden releif, inadvertent, entire
falling like blink you're in
so the harmony rises inside
and reigns supreme... |