Will Someone Please Turn Down The Ocean

substance a pull attack on brain stem

depicting cross sensation, cross sensation

i can feel the shrieking crowd

the colored rain

I've begun scanning across myself

this life for where it ever came

the 6th layer of things grow slower on me

living in image, in false light

slowed by simply breathing

brings me to curious grin and fools of sweat

watch me disappear into social gathering

and change the weather with it

i palm the night's emotions

on the forefront of my own hand

jagged quotations can bring

a jaded man to his knees

perceptive insults push me back to the depths of origin

i have become solid light and whisper

myself between those who linger

inside their lungs setting fire

to every word i wanted to hear

a dance with internal necromancy

domino effect to mass depression

I am the light behind eyes

of all the ministry a passion inside us

warts to re unearthed it may be looked down upon

but its for those who've lost the map 

and dwell with in themselves