Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes You are there dressed in a black that turns purple DMT flows freely The firebird passes by A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both you vanish leaving a floating tear (sad cheshire-cat’s grin) She falls…
Words, sounds, and space
Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes You are there dressed in a black that turns purple DMT flows freely The firebird passes by A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both you vanish leaving a floating tear (sad cheshire-cat’s grin) She falls…