A DRIFT AMONGST THE FREE FORMS

I would like to allow myself to drift, drift into – un-solid state – to find security and depth in the new void

My Body weighs me down – fractionalising my approach

Have you ever lay on a bed in a room and slipped out of your flesh? Light and featherless

Have you ever had the guts to go?

Into an up-ward flow

To force your mind – extending knowledge – magic mystic – growth

I would like to allow myself to drift

To drift amongst the free-forms – wander embraced with the Gentle Vendetta

The people with whom I ride – are in sacred skies – to hear no lies or fall from grace

They beckon me now!

I have to go – and ease out gently …