jupitersterrain four

23.00   11.04.13. 

oh God the build up 
i grip the chair with fear 

the lights blazing right through me 
laced with the darkness of the pit 

i put my head through the window 
which made things worse 

i feel sea sick and drained like a gutted fish 
the suspense waiting for the gunman to shoot around the corner 

and you must jump in slow motion like a dream 
into the unknown terror 

everything is alright thats the problem ... and 
after i lept i danced like a balloon 

my parachute shot up ... caught up in the wind 
of insane rapture 

alien light and energy with a  new face 
a face i had yet to see 

wherever it was i had got there 

trippy lava swirling 
the air in great waves of colour 
and flashing strobes 

Moksha the impossible ... if i 
go with the currant 

like the flesh is stripped away 
to reveal the bodies of light 

the bones and shit and all 





 © Lizarikk