Disconnect and let me drift
Until my upside down is right side in
Society must let the artist go
To wander off into the nebula
Upon return, I conjure what was seen
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs
I lay my pencil to the porous page
And let my lunatic indulge itself
Wander off into you nebula
See your nectarine of multiplicity
Cum like orgasmatron on overdrive!
Wander in off to your nebula
Your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine
So pick your prize!
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
In little, black book do I confide.
