Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

My mindthoughts have stretched
so that they no longer exist
on the palette of the horizon

space
eva
por
ates

into a melting existence

reality is a myth
time is a lie

When I find my
true self
My soul will cry

LT

Terrific. More neologism; someone who isn't afraid to run words together to create thought-concepts. Brava, dah-link.

serpentine rocket ride in my mind,
graze the lunar phaze, left turn,
slide past centauri, watch the ascension,
asteroid barrel rolls, grab a comet cone,
glide and fizzle, pull the stick back,
burn through your oxygen sins,
back to your blue planet,
and aching groan.