FarJay

You fill the room with sweet sensation
          	distracting bits of information
          	crowd the space where logic dwells
          	distorting sights and sounds and smells
          	touching me with tactile pleasure
          	pushing me beyond a measure
          	of reasonable doubt that soon I sense
          	I'm nowhere in the present tense. 

FarJay

You fill the room with sweet sensation
          distracting bits of information
          crowd the space where logic dwells
          distorting sights and sounds and smells
          touching me with tactile pleasure
          pushing me beyond a measure
          of reasonable doubt that soon I sense
          I'm nowhere in the present tense.