I'm sinking in this sea, writhing, trying so hard to get free. Every vector point Spins the web of consciousness Leaning back, into technology I could be trapped. Covered by the sea foam Clinging, I've nowhere to call home.
Gunmetal ink clouds Obscure silver shimmering refractions of moon.
Live without thoughts, that's an interesting notion (the thought says almost simultaneously) arresting me in another galaxy. The karma on that shit arrives instantly, i know cause i watch it taking place; the future is forming all around me. There’s no subtext here; i mean what i say. How's that for a moment of clarity. [...]
Too many times have I been swallowed by the fire from in my belly