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Rendevous With Sanity
Sanity is stricken by a venomous victim of popular conditions, that’ll weaken your convictions and leave your world sickened and spinnin’ out of control. You lose your tight hold, reality folds and broke molds that dust & dirt grow to show the slow roll, as your mind starts to glow, as the center of attention like divine intervention, an invention of convention for mental comprehension to grasp a perspective for perception of reception for information to help your minds interpretation of visual formations to get some orientation you’ll need for what you’re chasin’ in this tangible dimension. The twirl isn’t relentin’, while you’re ideology was restin’ it decided its decline would be perfectly aligned and coincide with the time it took your mind to realize the spine intertwined with the signals that collide with the signs that confine the reign of catalysts and dogma. And the axis of the spin was relative to the kin of subjective correlation, because you’re still in relation to being the star of the show, with binary patterns to revolve around your moat. Break free from your dungeon, spiraling one from nothing. Your delirium in this Aquarian nightmare is clear. Your fear of despair is hanging in the air. While nobody gets near, your loneliness prepares your motion for dismissal out of life’s diseased vessel. Helping hands are too busy counting money, funny how the phonies tell you to phone ‘em when you’re lonely, only its bologna, they say anytime anywhere, but you call and their not there. You call but they don’t hear, only when they’ll gain from you is when you’ll get an ear. So you wrestle to do a breaststroke, to try and cross the threshold of this vessel to the next world. All the while insanity lingers. All of the pointer fingers casting rays going outwards; while never going inwards, never touching your innards to develop a formula configured to correct your dismal failure. Well I suggest you should figure that money will paint the picture of a Van Gough listener, lending only one ear, understanding half of what he hears, and as your winter nears, you go towards the white light floating in circles around your moat.
