Poetic Trance
Laughter kills the pain in my brain of seclusion like illuminous moons and Saturns Rings finding it's way to a conclusion - Meticulous in it's addiction the brain feeds on surrealism, they metaphorically lose touch with Consciousness, prolonging intensity it's a constant trip in European fashion - A poetic trance of illuminating color the vision doesn't pass, it only holds fast with a stutter.
......David L. Olmstead