the phantom tigers, the cobra lie, the worlds on fire and you have no time, dragon years bleeding the teeth of a monkey race, epic tower and structure trying to kiss space. 
speaking in tongues, like the babbling angels, dancing on pins with the wild hyenas, kissing the mind of a woman from venus.


the shimmer of water, the fracture of ice, a little bit of sugar and a whole lot of spice. the indian mantra, the african breeze, kilimanjaro and old k2 peaks.
the ghosts of the frozen reach for the stars, inelegant movement of a trapeze artist, never to sure if gravity ended or started.


the foam bubble cloak, in a slipstream void, the ocelot claw as a talismanic toy, open the door and open the window, crashing the party, evading the myth, jokers are wild in a zoo of card tricks.
give me a moment with the goddess of sparks, i'll show you the secret of her unresolved genius, kissing the mind of a woman from venus.


a man with a plan, a globe bulb explosion, fragments of glass in untold moments, time flow backwards and into my heart, reconstructed patterns beget the light arts. entropy's children atrophy and withered. i'd like to believe the queen is a lizard, she's chameleon regalia all dressed to rule, and i am the jester the idiot and her fool.