The Key

Sound slips from my lips forms a word

the pressure so strong

by chance it forms a key

for me and what I see is like a satellite in orbit.

So rich in colours and detail that I absorb it.

Probe my memory

to find a door to fit the key without trying.

Death defying rays,

a unique source.

Mapped out a track cruising on course.

File these feelings unknown

colours burn a heat and a sonic tone

each to its own shade as the future is made

by burning the the past in the moment

we come to call "now",

it's forever somehow.

Switching from lane to lane,

to left to right we ride

touch the other side,

touch the other side, c'mon.

Now you see words don't mean nothing

till I put them in lane,

they go down the track

and come straight back again.

Thoughts are immaterial

elastic, ethereal

coming out like rain-drops and then scatter

from form to anti-matter.

Dope is a beat coming like a ray of heat

from the kick drum

so move closer to get some.

Discommunicated, I'm initiated

by the touch of her lips.

A total eclipse for me to focus on

spiral on, dance in it, travel on,

and on and on...

Keep keeping on

until the break of dawn.