Lost in a spiral,
Sinking deeper into the rabbit hole,
The revelations, spinning into a new reality,
Blind to what I see, the dreams swallow me.
It was something like music,
Lost in a beautiful rythm,
Synching with the visuals, effect -
Of the her touch in my tongue.
I folded off the bright sight,
The beautiful window, aura of wisdom,
Connected to the universal energy,
High up the frequency, touching it all.
Architect of madness,
The beautiful bliss faded away,
Into the paint, the spiral,
Dancing with the beautiful angel.
Planet indigo,
The canvas set before me,
The new manifesto was the birth of me,
Ahead of my physical time, the illusion.
She touched my forehead,
Child you are free,
Tell the world of my beauty,
Show the fallacy of living.
Indigo Child;
The philosophy of Outerdelic.
