sunflakes sprinkle dreams of utopia
fallen angels, waist deep, sinking
like visions inbetween, behind thought
overwhelmed by input, output is sedated
in holy sacrement i twine my flesh
    into a soul-suite
without regard backflipping inside-out
and behold, everything is normal

man in stereo
holy before before

replacing my limbs with thoughts of
    sunshine and oak trees
the stillness of the ocean waits for no man
slumber, sweet slumber, horrible
slumber stumbles and cracks itself open
hot thoughts rising, cooling
and fall like rain from the sky
crashing back into you
do you feel me