if i were this, if i were that, if i wore a hat, indoor outdoor never seen that, i’m never, i’m always cryptic and literal, mistaken, its taken years to be you, you, its all about you. oooooh, until ice flows backwards and worlds upside down, water goes clockwise, we listen to no-one, the white coats, the cloth caps the clogs and the bell tolls, the costs they rack up, for what, for what? oh we’re trapped in this hell hole of mind and of constructs, society, culture , lies and nonsense. you’re on the bank of a river- theres no bridge, theres no boat (picture yourself on the bank of a river) oh build a boat build a boat ooooh oh i’ll protect you from solar storms, clutter you not, reflecting you still if you contact consciousness - you’d find me there you’ll find me find me there find me ooooh oh

if i were this, if i were that, if i wore a hat, indoor outdoor never seen that, i’m never, i’m always cryptic and literal, mistaken, its taken years to be you, you, its all about you. oooooh, until ice flows backwards and worlds upside down, water goes clockwise, we listen to no-one, the white coats, the cloth caps the clogs and the bell tolls, the costs they rack up, for what, for what? oh we’re trapped in this hell hole of mind and of constructs, society, culture , lies and nonsense. you’re on the bank of a river- theres no bridge, theres no boat (picture yourself on the bank of a river) oh build a boat build a boat ooooh oh i’ll protect you from solar storms, clutter you not, reflecting you still if you contact consciousness - you’d find me there you’ll find me find me there find me ooooh oh

Cloud substance trickles over my wings on the first level of a three-tier nebula cake Up here on the soft surface of the abyss we are something, We travel motionless, our thoughts on a plane of madness. Falling down from above everything Earthly The clouds shift uncomfortably, They are itchy like asbestos. And we breathe the fumes we create. Take that away and we become compressed to a droplet of water, Part of the cloud we watch materialize and disintegrate. And this is a journey long and slow. All speculation of what is at the end is wrong. Close your eyes and paint tiring hope Feel a warm turquoise tear meet your lip and like magic it makes you smile. You are a bright star on the end of a stick in the middle of the desert And I am an eyelash on a camel that blinks at it. H.H.