jupitersterrain four

he sounds
like a flock of
white birds release
from the coop they start
flying an then turn into paint
that slow hang the smooth skys
thickening mood a light so dense 
and free of time where you become 
the food just amalgamated into algae

the chord rungs through and back again
where all things melt into one ... swim
in Lord Goo ego-less gunge I move
my arm it moves other souls ... 
the music gutted me like a 
fishbone scraping out 
the gizzards black
and red like 
lava

the sound 

of it listening to 

the deep dark colours 

splatter walls a ufo of barium

oxide a gothic fish arching its back 

22.09.12., 22.37, © Lizarikk