with touches of brilliant red...
a foggy dream with drippings of confessions...
..........offerings ..
in a very narrow frame, .........
surroundings .. . .............
surrounding all of us..
in a sphere of confusion..
enclosed from all sides ..
will not let us out ...
.........the very sad...
those clouds that we witness today..
beyond the reach of those that stray... .............
that foggy..coloring way....
.........milky smooth..
.........all the colors..
unable to conceive. what it is that I see... .............
in this beautiful thinking way .. .
i will remember that it is not like this every day
.tomorrow..
..................tomorrow .. may I see a physical seance..
..................a stimuli ..
of the concept I have today.. ...............
come..
.........come see the windows of pain..
.........the smears of rain.....
understand the bight .. . ...........
.a bend so great...
lengths of vainly stain.. ............
the pain I have..is in whispers..
in images..
left on a rainy day....... ............
............on a window of this thought....
............beyond the reach of what I hear. ............
that is always there..
emotions that I can even hear....
like a frame of the sins .. .
encountering everywhere... ............
nothing to say..
whispers........laud...you can not hear...
............voices ..
intoxicating...with stream callosities for ones very ear....... .............
to loud to hear..
- Colors..
..........colours..
..........colores....appear.. .............
appear once again in ..in a plane that I can view from here..
surely some of these will appear ...when my eyes are open.. - outside of the sphere of a ..
state that can be very real.. ...........
very real .....
as a very....real dream that is right here....
