Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Light and heat came off her body
There were words about what she was supposed to do
She had
To listen and be safe

Helping others means healing that hole in her heart
Like a plug had been pulledshe looked through the whole

That sound of humming again
She was alone looking at the sky

She waited - knowing that they would let her know
When it was time
Like octopus the tendrils of many emotions
Dismal and intense: attempts to sift through her
She becomes dust and escapes
Back to form again
The golden syrup dripped down her crown
In her navel a light emitted
Some kind of confetti
Reason had become spaghetti

wild wild night
talking heads stop making sense
and so, the victim must search
for clarity and love