Colours bleed into my soul,
Stars burn through the night,
Purple grass doesn’t spoil,
Music is a soundless light.
Dismiss the candle’s scent,
The smoke that fills the jar,
Sunlight beams are broke and bent,
Life is not what we are.
Animal noises are our voices,
Chant the psalm to God,
Lips are dry and hair is moist,
Ancient birth by pod.
Swirling sounds and words,
Dance inside the wood,
Creativity this art is so absurd,
Grass not tasting as it should.
