Blowing liquid lullabies through the spine of time
Baptise me in the stars
And wrap me in nighttime
Moon blue
Pupil my sight with orange balls of light
And echo my plight
Through the corridors of metaphor
What else are we living for if not to create
Fiction and rhyme?
My purpose is to make my soul
Rhyme with my
Mind over matter
Minds create matter
Minds create fiction
Art fiction
Meta fiction