For we have been transformed in lounging…

How are we to know if the colors have gone cold? 
all her notes spin out of control
dancing for her own spotlight, artillery raining down
visions only fuel kindness, destruction comes from the past
but as for the next day, we should have never came to this
performing for the next
the depressed artist can’t wait to see it
roger said the same thing, we just can’t be trusted
we latch onto the good we see reflected of us in other
the unknown splashed with a hint of our identity, the dark light that never stops drawing me in
i stop, and i stop looking
continue, and the light changes dimension

Do you hear the news
too big a head, too big the dread 
restraint and regulation, paving the ways for eternal balance
all design is the same, the same approach
you try funneling it, laying aside distractions and peeling your skin away to its colors, shapes, ideas unknown to all, each unique in its form
center for attention, green in nature, but built by not only the victors, but the found, uncovered
height matters, perspectives altered, shown to you, heard to me, level of absorption changes
worlds outside regain meaning in stillness, and only then

Soon, the entered will differ
one three five is open, both, then open again
somewhere in between, the law of numbers play into overtures, 
hey they said to me, smiling
she picked out a shard of glass, unknown to me
took off her wig, smiled into my heart, forced inside an hourglass
surely she would have wanted me to continue living, experiencing, learning, growing
surely. 

It is heard to you, known to me
the struggle of mankind understands but cannot see
revelation
your morning best, take off your wig, take off your sin, serenade your all, pick out the glads

bask in the presence of the unknown
bask in the presence of the freely grown