Colored Wind

Colors pass outside of the window Make a loaf of bread out of wind Dow For my friends to enjoy it back in to wind I let the cycle spin till there is no Still or spinning The floor exists in reference to the ceiling Feeling the absence of a feeling What cut is healing Where are the layers after peeling Immediacy is not hidden yet concealing Thief stealing our self Wealth God told the prophet there is nothing you can do to help Whelp Just let our collective brain melt If you fight for good then the pain helps you aim The nature of the game is to play itself I'm engaged In a perception conveyor belt Gravitational field on every layer of the time peal Then the act of definition what defines real I wish you to feel it I exist just to let you in To sit one moment unaffected by the wind When good and bad create the same taste of inner bliss Can't be found because it's what searching already is Right between the disease and the medicine Sever the spectrum of sleep and adrenaline Ending inception is starting the next one Let this my last breath without recognizing perfection Right now if you feel your heart shivering I invite you to explore what it is For some reason that I don't know The rhymes know flowing and I keep talking to my friends Im looking out into the ocean sitting on a cliff with the light house behind me White sky filled with mist Bliss