Blood

the blood,
pure blood of the orchestra:
indentical to mine

like the heart being buried inside,
there is...a tape player....
on...
and off,
PROJECTING,
to myself

I could be the driver,
seated in the first non-drive driver's seat
foggy insperation only comes when the blood runs clean
but for others??? may-bee...

DARK ORCHESTRA,
set me freeeeee
the heart finds it...well, comferting...
but the mind,
the ikel,
thickly bound mind...
it speaks for itself: odd...
massively odd

the tape player of the gods,
runs and runs in my head...

it's like the fart of an ogre,
silent, but can kill!

when I'm the one projecting,
nothing, not even nature is contemplated,
but when the music is fed to my soul,
I feel like life itself