Words escape the clutches of the inevitable washing machine cycle of time In a flash it all fades away Into nothingness and beyond the surface Rippling along the outer layers of illusion imagery as reality folds over the landscape of ecstacy and amphemtines The random car errors in my bones provide the insanity rush of an electric fire The creators mood doesn't always make sense Put a treetop in the pond of life and watch it grow as the creators moon glows.
"inevitable washing machine cycle of time," brilliant. What's up with those pond trees anyway? I always wanted to know and fish don't answer me. I like the creator's moon being the moon that the creator created and also a sign for us to create, like the harvest moon, time to harvest, creators moon, time to pome
