interwoven spin of action
give me upside down words so that in my imaginations sight, they appear as fingerprints dancing towards destiny. You can show the door its face opening to let the light in, it's a look out from the glass and already you're there. What more can be behind things of fluctuating fade outs into lost memories ripe never until now? Untie your tounge because in this dream it will be your guide for as long as you wish to remain inside letters flying down the street grooves to useless bouncing eternity fumbles and youth moves etc.
All up to the point when silence welcomes you at its entrance. This way to enlightenment. Thanks, but I'll catch the next train, still more to say to the people.