Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We are part of
something beyond defining,
striding through galaxies
of untapped experience.
We are the blood of the Quest.
Connecting forces, with
the limited perspective
of an oceans' drop.
Still we perform our task
with little, if any, hope
of ever understanding

We are part of
something beyond defining,
striding through galaxies
of untapped experience.

yes

Yes...

& no
& never
& fucking
forget
already
you have
moved on
in ways
that fail
to grasp
the spin

where there is hope there must be some semblance of understanding. just a thought. enjoyed the read.

move beyond the spin,
or straight into it,
when necessary.

Do you know
where you are
in relation to my
hysterical spirit?

The spin
has claimed me
for it's own
so
It doesn't matter
wherever I go
I am lost

Journey down
to the land of barking heads...
Face them down.
Journey back,
found.

The spin
of wind
angry clouds
crying

and I
drink
this spill
of universe

to hold you
in the depth
of my belly

and share
warmth
of my summer

until you feel safe again...

Only you

only your stretch
of accidental beauty
touches the edges
of this eternal darkness