This, my intimacy

This, my intimacy
Void of imitation
Living on drawn lines leads
To Life limitation

All basic elements
Create complexities
Dissect and introspect
These, my intricacies

The expansion of time

The expansion of time
The accordion fall
The bagpipe air pushing
Without a sound at all

We were braced for impact
Knowing we’d be reeling
To points of no return
Yet a better feeling

Years of barren landscape

Years of barren landscape
To find our Shangri la
Shouting hallelujah
And strolling la dee da

Unshackled, unbridled
It’s very much a picnic
Unexplored avenues
Without all the nitpick

There’s no new fortresses

There’s no new fortresses
Active cannons or moats
Ancient history of
Bayonets and war boats

The parental errors
On the fields of ago
Lost battles, buried bones
Self-propel, let it go

Capitalizing on

Capitalizing on
Ignorance and bias
Preaching good and evil
Praising your self-pious

Unifying hatred
Into armies of blind
Passing judgment and laws
Inhumane and unkind

Untamed intelligence

Untamed intelligence 

Planting thoughts in frontiers 

The absence of neighbors 

Arenas without peers 

Unleashed and unbordered

Inhaling the abstract 

All possibilities 

Imperfect and exact 

On the otherside of

On the otherside of
A blackhole expanding
Our masses True size and
Our essence commanding

In each other’s field of
Gravity, no other
Not sister, not father
Not mother, not brother