On the Right, words bleed in delicious erratic motions

To waltz and lunge deeply onto the frail paper dungeons

With grace, spill their stealthy meaning

In a radical pattern of altered spinning

Words...bleeding

A lunatic exorcism of impulsive literary stings

Serving the untainted delight of devious cunnings

Words...bleeding

Lucidity may well drown in abstract pondering

Following the "so" crucial anchor into the deepest Inner Ring

For magnificent moments flow uninvited...as benevolent spirits soaring

Just melt the armor and taste the nectar divine

The expanded sensorial shelter of one's Inner Shrine

Corruption of a logic understanding, I stand naked on an insubstantial sun

Telling stories to diseased seraphs, feeble from their linear addiction

Cos' memories and huge bipedal monsters don't agree with each other

A fusion so delicate, the nails entering lightly further and further...

The "necessary" Why and What of a written autopsy

Disgust the fact that a fact is a fact

Hack the holy artifact so exact in its contract

Disincarnate, it IS easier to discuss the optical lunar tree

Baaaaaaadd men...baaaaaad meaningless mean men...

You should not be bothered when the soul is adrift

Seconds are precious...feel them deeply

With grace, spill their stealthy meaning

In a radical pattern of altered spinning words