I’m Gone
New Eyes
Technicolor Lenses
12/28/10

I look to the inside of me to try to find a finer me, I seek to rhyme to frolic from a false fallen dynasty
Found in foundational gradations I breathe breath of ceaseless concentration
Observation of perfection is the operation, appalling equations , intuitive interpretations
I seek to say goodbye to reach for places high, rectify conditions of constructions that I testify…

Battling fickle forces, fire igniting torches, burning surfaces with elemental sources
Traveling from my origins of endorphins, gathering up Earth’s foundations and I’m gone…

And I am gone, to the moon, yeah I’m gone baby, to the moon

Eruption, erosion into an ocean of pure potion, deep-sea devotion in hysterical commotion
Boosting and unraveling, scaffolding, hammering into the hinges of a phenomenon, a happening
Gradually graduating, habituating, my word fully embracing Technicolor prisms emanating
Energy like amethyst crystal channeling and from the summit of my foundation I fly from firm standing

Contemplating within paradoxical paradigms, intertwined entanglement of our minds
Habits getting hostile as fast as possible, crossing paths of multi-optical obstacles
Stretching into the aim of attaining what’s possible, breathing in articles of these particles
Steadily settling like the sun setting, repetition dwelling and your mind is forgetting
Remembering the plurality of reality, relativism returning to duality
Sparring with luck at the footsteps of destiny, beautiful habits are feeding this energy
Sorting out your sorcery in your secrecy, delving into your topsoil ceaselessly
Skies respirating life spontaneously, influencing us brainlessly sustainably

Moments are lotus pedals coming into blossom then falling to luminous ground decomposing
Moments are mortal portals of transportation
Moments are orbs, fortified, fluctuating with life, designated
Passing through to new fruitions