Little atoms dart slow, little looping magnets swing low
Begin, my hazing rays inflame days in the caves of waves
Desolate bloom desert flames enrage and quiet soon, blue slipping drip eye
Moons, subsume deep spinning looms engorging tombs expand as room
My, my, my i said it was a fool who step onto waters in the dark light so cool
Zoom, screaming speed shatter mind watery flues open like doom
Come here, i am you
See these eyes as they drool
Never, new
Never,        knew
Psychic  loon

Published by Tom Lopes