Flesh Connections
Feeding tube tunnels
keep us in tune
When you dream
I'm right there too.
The world never lost it's wonder,
just us
We sit around and crush glass castles
Proclaim ourselves melted sand vassels
We sit at the head of self appointed tables
Delusions of granduer in this and age stay stable
Are you impressed yet?
Have I made an impression
on your cerebellum
and will you tell them
how I've helped you in some
way,shape,form, or fashion?
As if they didn't already know
because in the land of Perplexia
Ignorance is an export and for sure
our last bastion