Black tulip

Synthesis in brief moments of expansion while the mind intersects reality
As the memory of winter snow escaping through your breath
The long dark hair of an angel manifesting in the twilight
Confronting the present in the darkness of your room smoking away pain
What if the time stops and I whither away in space?
Or what if the space stays the same and time strides engulf millions of years?
Madness the easy friends of the social club on the other side of your laugh
Blues is the music blue as blues
Dancing away the lack of grace
Entering the palace of nothingness the womb of understanding the ocean of slow manifestation
Accept me or reject me the energy is the same as ever…


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