reallity makes no sense...
Something wild is hiding
in the hot air streams...
You see, you hear, you touch...
Yet all is just a blur
Just a BLUR...
And then your mind
opens wide to all the twisted
and you see how all
that seemed so real
now is curved and sphered,
nauseous picture of distort...
And crawling in the curtains
of the shadows of the damned sun...
A presence you could swear
is hidden but so physical
that you can almost figure shapes...
Yet just a BLUR...
Until your hand stops in a wall
of what is not supposed to be...
Must be just empty space,
but you just touched the BLUR!!!
