Disconnect and let me drift
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go
To wander off into the nebula.
Upon return
I conjure what was seen.
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs.
I lay my pencil to the porous page
And let my lunatic indulge itself.
Wander off into your nebula
see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like atron on overdrive! Wander in off into your nebula
see your nectarine of electricity is ripe and on a vine
so pick your prize! Do you enhoy your sight inside? In little
black book do I confide.
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