strange days
and
scary nights
somewhere
between inbetween

or like
the landscapes of
light inside
perfect strangers

mirroring mirrors
like churping lovebirds

and the song - dressed
as the scent of
an unlimited oblivion

dreaming awake!

will I fall through
intoxicating colours
and become the
painting
that painted
the artist
like the
face of
God?

going forwards
and backwards
at the same time

being in love
with an
impossible
shape