| break of day reminds me that i have not slept again the streets outside belong to screaming birds and rain their concert of raw sound is gushing, pounding with insanity (maddened ocean-on-the-rocks, howling liquidsouls in motion) whole worlds are born when wizards dream in multi-layered songs of universal magic while i am shedding days and nights in dreaming that i might out-rain my self or time or roll away this flood of crazy that is gushing, pounding through my veins (maddened ocean-out-of-heartrock, howling liquidsoul in wild emotion) |