Light in its infinite loop draws me in to
soundscapes. I escape and vanish into
what must be falling in love
or finding a muse.
I have nothing to lose and all the passion to
gain to open my heart and brain my instinct to.
Does anyone else taste the same lightning or feel the same prism of reflected
colors on their face? Surely I am not basking in the moon and road and rumors on my own.
Do other hands lift up from their place on the rug and draw circles on the ceiling in an unlit room? Do you hear the same gold in waves reaching your neurons?
What I mean is this: did you move the same way after listening to The Dark Side of the Moon?