My pretty patterns versus your reality! reality, rechecked and provoked.

you see space & structure stretch from the earth as a forrest to swing through
you don't just feel like
but can fly
You can fly through
the spacesbetwen of reality and avuncular grand realities
the spacebetween of gods and peasants
the spacebetween what is just been said to millions
only read by hundreds
and understood my a handful
thats your real thought when you fly
unburdened by destination
on the silk of tarmac
glistening after a burst of rain
on this street...

I see places as kaleidoscopes
a supersymmetry of an unearthly space
unbound by the obvious tempos
existing in an unseen space
the symmetry of two and more
the symmetry of you and yours
the symmetry of equals and sequels
are easier to remember
places as faces
the eyes of milieu
burnet into my retina
over and over
to enact a psychedelic symphony
that stays ringing in the ears of my sight


This is for the thoughtscapes we make remake and realise as art
This is for the intentional and default dissent that allows the human race to ascend to new realities
This is for all of us that admit to being creative
This is for all of us that don't laugh at the jokes of the human race as a dichotomy
This is for all of us that don't hide from the child inside us
This is for all of us that want to play
This is for all of us that know that work is a folly for those who are hoodwinked into thinking they need to
This is for all of us that are content with nothing but are gratified by making