feeling free looking divine arent you spitting

fluid thinking its human ive changed my

mind godlike should be perfection which

god though on closer inspection a marble

version a chipped & polished vision i

go too far the energy required has me

licking fur curled up by the fire there are

changes i cant account for im in transit &

mustnt be stopped by police ive any number

of identities & none that please when all

i get out of yous a kick what goods

a horse when stabilitys bolted i hope

ive made the water clear before i leave

angels appear is it curry & oats every day

that keeps you shining over the bay like

a star that never falls never fades never

growls about its situation im like that i

really am a light shining out of darkness

an underground creature with one eye