Flying gracefully through the rock… The creatures ever chirping, some… I’m under the surface now In this oblique alien world Schools of trumpeters

I’ve discovered a new tool It’ll prove me no fool A tool of momentous expression Like a fireworks coloured explosio… Dreams unraveled

The night begins like the slow dou… And the theatre of the imagined ta… As visuall cues are obliterated by… What was that noise, coming from t… Slow shuffling sounds coming up th…

I remember a time when a trip on t… Now my mental state is such that a… Paranoia from stangers ever growin… Fear of the unknown is the greates… Abuse of substances has left me un…