upside down where nothing falls

Written by: Petrus Jansen

open minded patchwork of dreams
one minded irritated hole screams
gliding feather won the thunder race of kings
whirling nostalgia the howling star links 
raining abstractive tons of anima, it stings
pick up the phone and heart sings 

drown struggle, breathe revolt, mass drinks
puke pride, taste flawless imperfection, too loving sane 
...skied harmony, swimming sun

upside down where nothing falls
picnic in unbound space