Travel notes (the music stays..)
Staccato notes mark the incomprehensible music,
a whirlwind of green, sweeps across the mind,
an old room ceiling, mirrored the stars,
the mind traverses past the ethereal melodies.
Watch out for the gaining clouds,
a phantasmagoric laugh riot ensues,
watch that wall from the right side,
Little pieces of raging emotions, lie carefully crumbled in the corner.
Look at him, the one beside the pillar,
too many dead-ends and ditches and traps,
have taken their toll on this poor,
unsuspecting child of the mad people from Rome.
Ground him first, 3 o'clock is near,
too early for anything, too late for nothing,
The beaming full moon, shall draw you closer,
sit back, fasten those straps, you are about to take off again.
a whirlwind of green, sweeps across the mind,
an old room ceiling, mirrored the stars,
the mind traverses past the ethereal melodies.
Watch out for the gaining clouds,
a phantasmagoric laugh riot ensues,
watch that wall from the right side,
Little pieces of raging emotions, lie carefully crumbled in the corner.
Look at him, the one beside the pillar,
too many dead-ends and ditches and traps,
have taken their toll on this poor,
unsuspecting child of the mad people from Rome.
Ground him first, 3 o'clock is near,
too early for anything, too late for nothing,
The beaming full moon, shall draw you closer,
sit back, fasten those straps, you are about to take off again.
Photo by Chris Klugman, used with permission.
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