Circulated Stanzas - Fliptrix

I’m in a place you’d never find

On any map star

Shot forth a light year

Then caught in its back draft

Spilling out poison

Like liquor from a cracked glass

Crave for the night cap

That can’t be worn but sank fast

Captain of the ship

Still clinging to the snapped mast

Frost bitten fingers grip the joints as they fracture

The one who wears the mask

Altering perceptions

Like taking off to land Mars

Bittersweet symphonies are circulated stanzas

That perforate dimensions like the surfacing of phantoms

Inadvertently immersed they’re cursed

Curtains close for ransom

Opened up inside to see like key hole surgery

They don’t wanna find the mean

The middle meaning purgatory

No green light it’s red

The relevance forever burning me

Evidently I’m searching see

Further from the serpents

Cause serving the systems hurting me

You can’t see it

Better open your eyes

Look deep inside

See no disguise

I see brightness

I see white lights

No desensitised eyes

Of the third kind

Merkaba vehicle spinning and still zooming quick

Visions getting lucid

See the sun’s blue and sky’s yellow

Iridescent fellow

That fell to this planet, landed and said hello

Forever riding on the piff highway, I’m mellow

Fresh lungs of skunk emitting clouds like bellows

Whites of my eyes occupied by the blood cells

Lights in the distance

Better mold to the hedge row

Never be road kill

For the market

Got a limb defense, mechanism of a gecko

If I get hit grow things back like starfish

Fingers in the chronic jar

Bill a zoog and spark it

Infinite be the destination permanently embarking

Rep eighties styles when I move like a Dalek

Mad fresh steeze B there’s no looking past it

Like a army’s sniper when he’s locked on to target

Fifth dimension be the element

I’m here basking

Smiles ear to ear

Chilling levitating laughing

Fifth dimension be the element

I’m here basking

Smiles ear to ear

Chilling levitating laughing

You can’t see it

Better open your eyes

Look deep inside

See no disguise

I see brightness

I see white lights

No desensitised eyes

Of the third kind