the world exploding with balloons
in psychedelic disarray
with golden skies and shelter tunes
from some forgotten dossier
the fragmentary bits of sense
that some would call hallucinant
but that for me are just my life
a neurophasic
accident
the world exploding with balloons
in psychedelic disarray
with golden skies and shelter tunes
from some forgotten dossier
the fragmentary bits of sense
that some would call hallucinant
but that for me are just my life
a neurophasic
accident
