The Butter Knife tale
It comes out of emptiness
time goes on
in repeat mode
while the flowers grow
and light rules the world
Repeat what I say
tell me the time
tell me about everything
I feel free
Go with me
Tell me about the line of music
easing slowly up inside
time loses its grip
everything speaks to me
within itself
Inside out
the world is wonderful
but I can’t speak my mind
Sensing it everywhere
the brain fades
can’t tell about it
it’s out of reach
not out
some places
everywhere
beyond
No grip
ambiguous travel
silent phrase
folded in randomly
symmetric focal point
apperception
dualistic collapse
openbrightness
totalvision
recognition
resonance
hartessence
refinement
being
………………. .. . ……..The Butter Knife Tale ends
