filming themselves beta

Hard to believe - this was - but I am on a world,

staggering, he created, jetted into,

vocoder fused.

The boundaries of, the walls, nature considered,

the place carried out, uncertainties mysteries doubts.

When someone set the mind adrift in abundance,

blurs the music, in which clouds, sudden and poorly shaped

advance, an approach, where lines fall, heaps of

scaffold, outside the settled area, in foreign ways,

which, so distinguished, are resonating strange music,

the conversations we have with ourselves, speeches and songs,

radical revalue. Even the chairs talk, surfaces linger, planes

of space revaluate, create joyous, work extensively,

intervene, swoop selfward, escoffery most, but how

so much,

and still climbing, turns, goes slowly in the dark.