I lay in this wooly bed of divine spectrum, , Waiting for Dispels to spread tha dust of discord within.. These confused whispers Illuminate Pathways through my brain.. I can now see celestrial, , Magical chaos showing me A linig of stiling darness in my minds horizon Inundated with images, , Flashing, , floating.. Dancing, , Crashing to tha floor of Inconistent, Completely relevant an perfect.. Its her hard stern Whispers come ever so pure lleaving me Incoherent, , Lost, , confused, , Misplaced Reaviling A soul born to late into this Beautiful, , , Treacherous decade of radical art wich whispers these Chaotic thoughts....JAY K
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