My braine is brief
my vision is long
my ears
scream
SHUT UP
while I finish my song
incredible results from cyberspace
peace is gone
and in its place
an endless loop
of colorful amnesia
the gods
have severed understanding
from the mind
abandoned it
to the sensual chaos
of creation
to the sensual chaos
of creation
and the body’s many storms
so let us strike now
so let us strike now
while we possess a little discipline