“Aliens
being born
on the Lost Coast
what a rush
what a trip”
don’t think on the next note play the true note in time bass note wobbles
Nigerian and psychedelic feelings will express themselves
the surge meter will oscillate
You who worshiped in the shadows, and subsequently, absconded with the light.
Your whispers are heard as they futilely attempt to escape this gravity well.
Trapped with these fugitive photons who wrap themselves blind, make the small talk to your ego distension.