Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The mystics are all on LSD,
all bent over and chanting up the sun.
They got lucky a few billion years ago.
Sun is just angry and wobbles.
Gravity is like black string cheese.
We pushed off with a mighty kick.
Whoosh whoosh of green arteries,
chanting up dirt inside rolling rock,
ears to space between electrons.
Whoosh whoosh hungry noise.

this piece should be read out loud. i like it

stripped-down, simulated hallucinopoem..
you know what they say: write what you don't know...
intriguing inner/outer zoom in places. hmm... not sure.
the sun really does wobble...

Thanks Smile. maybe I will voice it...

sG : "this piece should be read out loud."

... and recorded, so we can all hear it.

challenging piece, emnaz. i like it, too.

yes, definitely
your voice,
your whooosh
wanna hear it.