dont feel like speaking no distinction in vapid thoughts slipping into a chasm the compass contorts towards the strange lands to the plane of ancient dead tracks in the facade transmissions from the stars the gold is buried too deep bombed ears and crushed resolution slipping into a chasm dislocated vomiting numb words repulse the absurd minds to the plane of bewilderment cracks in the stars transmission from mother earth each footstep takes me into a parallel vortex parallel past present and futures among the ancient atmosphere and relive the reasons for revelation the course of the cursed the consequence of the course the pitch black behind closed eyes all meaning is meaningless
transmission, parallel, chasm, slipping, plane