Bouncing off reality into false security of truth.
Venom promises a good time for a few hours,
leaks all secrets. The jazz world worries.
Looking into yourself from a distance distorts the
sound of quartets,
Bleeding eyes and ears, deep unhealthy sadness. The Fine
silver coating is cracked inspiration, slow to mornings rise.
Many Amens, rattling.
A concrete vision of success, seeing an escape route plugged and
villified is danger only to oneself.
Run and run around hopeless gatherings, pulling up bootstraps and
shoving them in your pocket.

Vibrations of soul send messages of unearthly presence locked up in
time.
Keys are hidden amongst eighty-eight identical portraits of the
universe.
From leaves on the trees to the crashing of addiction,
the sound mirror reflects the ugly truth. Strange and silly
instruments help determine direction,
now the Sun's reflection
soothes temperment. So you must look beyond the silver side of the
mirror and find your own destiny.