SLEEP awake. Sleep. Wake. Now _> tell me;
what is madness if not waking up to this same
day without a Savior: so gently hush
your eyes and fly with me (You see doctor:
‘WITHIN every dream my
heart takes the final steps
toward oblivion. With every beat-step I take takes
me much further from something we call Heaven.’

And when standards of living fall dizzy it’s only
a true force and we question is there a heaven?”

and as a madman I dream and say:

“I am the butterfly who moves mountains and hurricanes
I am chaos dripped in color on a journey by seven suns.”

So shut your precious eyes and sing and dream

“I, too, am an alien in human flesh
trying to feel human too…”

So we suffer! As children without parents.

:: 04.17.2022 ::