Twisted elements creating rotten spaces,
steel hugs drowning absurd efforts
and the final countdown ends and starts at zero.
Now, now alone, my soul can read the hand
marked cracks turned into good guides,
I discover they were disguised in flight mode,
innocent madness emerging in a sea of energy.
Supergenerating circles of relationships
conjured up beautiful suns born in incredible nights.
Point of No Return found in sheer nipples
speak of hidden meanings in pots,
potions and visions, pots and sensations.
Now, the moment, I sensed it beforehand now.
