Pulse / Surreal
Lantlôs
Siren of souls
howling and piercing the night.
These are the streets,
clinic fingertips.
Sex and Violence.
A naked soul,
Smashed apart.
Yearning, searching, longing.
There are the street,
I call my home.
A light pressure,
reality dissolves,
I am shattered
light, streams, energy
My ground is shifting
A mosaic of senses.
Matter is running through my fingers,
time is laughing at me.
This is the world.
Pulse. Surreal.
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