Out here, this is the edge.
How can I tell? How could I be so insolent to believe this to be further out than everyone else. Do you live on the edge of the world, in the dark recess of oblivion, curled up in the arms of bubbles and pop.
You wouldn't even know how beautiful my dream are? The waking, walk high noon as their feet blister in the sun of their shadowless mind. While we rest peacefully in the glow of our own imagination, living on carefully collected moments of hope.
Don't be dismayed, look carefully around your precious life. Seek softly into the shadows, find the kindred and humble spirits that share love for life.
Forget about your landfill lies, and wanton doubts, let go of your menial mental mode and remember dancing in the light of fires that burn bright.
Feel the quickening as you express the truth, giggle loose the fear of the shallow oppression you present yourself.
Live in the glimmer of your own imagination, share the wealth of love.
